They thought I was a token. A diversity hire. The woman who didn’t belong in their elite world of SEALs.
For months, I endured the whispers, the sabotage, the open hostility, all orchestrated by a powerful Admiral who needed me to fail. Now, he was about to humiliate me in front of everyone. “Tell us your call sign,” he sneered.
He knew I didn’t have one. But I did. I had a name he hadn’t heard in seven years.
A name from a black site in North Korea. A name that was his darkest secret. Part 1
The salt in the Coronado air did nothing to cut the tension.
It was a physical thing, a weight pressing down on the formation. Twenty operators, standing like steel rods driven into the pavement. And me.
Lieutenant Commander Arwin Blackwood. The only woman. The outlier.
The target. Admiral Victor Hargrove moved down the line, his footsteps the only sound. He was a legend, a man carved from 30 years of covert warfare.
His chest was a billboard of classified operations. He carried himself with an efficiency that bordered on menace. He was also the man who had made it his personal mission to see me fail.
He stopped in front of me. The pause was a fraction too long, a deliberate act of theater for the others. His steel-grey eyes raked over me, hunting for a flaw, a single thread out of place, any excuse to unleash the criticism I knew was coming.
“Lieutenant Commander Blackwood,” his voice was a low growl, but it carried across the silent yard. “Your cover is precisely one centimeter off regulation alignment.”
It wasn’t. It was perfect.
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