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Secret Mission: Agent Falcon Reveals Night Watchman Plan
墨書 Inktalez
I turned around abruptly and found the CIA Director, "The Shadow"—John Anthony Scali—standing right behind me. His gaze was piercing, as if he could see through everything, and I could even feel the chilling aura emanating from him.
In a moment of desperation, I quickly stuffed the documents in my pocket and feigned calmness as I replied, "Director, I'm looking for a backup file on missile intelligence regarding Cuba. You know how tense the situation is; I want to understand more."
Scali remained silent, his sharp eyes lingering on my face for a moment, seemingly assessing the truth of my words. His weathered face showed no expression, and deep within his eyes lay emotions that were hard to decipher.
"The Night Watchman plan is of great importance," Scali finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, yet carrying an undeniable air of intimidation. "I hope you will refrain from getting involved."
I struggled to suppress the turmoil within me and nodded nonchalantly. "Understood, Director."
Scali said nothing more; he turned and walked toward his desk, picking up a document to review as if nothing had just happened.
I took a deep breath, trying to control my slightly trembling hands, and turned to leave the Director's office.
The corridor was still quiet, with only the dim lights casting long shadows behind me. I hurried to the restroom, locked the door, and leaned against the cold wall before daring to breathe deeply.
The CIA Director is actually "The Night Watchman"?
I realized that I seemed to be caught up in a much larger conspiracy—one far more complex and dangerous than I had previously known...
I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face, trying to calm myself down.
In the mirror, my face was pale, and my eyes were filled with anxiety and unease.
What exactly is the "Night Watchman" plan?
Why does Scali want to stop me from investigating?
My mind was filled with questions, but I couldn't find any answers.
I lifted my head to look at myself in the mirror and clenched my fists.
No, I can't just give up like this.
I must uncover the truth behind the "Night Watchman" plan and figure out what secrets are hidden behind it all.
I walked out of the restroom and returned to my office.
I sat down at my desk and opened the Safe, retrieving a document from inside.
This was part of the "Night Watchman" plan that I had secretly copied earlier.
I flipped through the document, carefully reading every word, trying to find some clues.
However, the content of the document only left me more confused.
It recorded several codenames and dates, along with some technical terms I couldn't understand.
I had a vague feeling that the "Night Watchman" plan seemed to involve a massive conspiracy, one that could change the balance of power in the world...
I closed the document and fell into deep thought.
What should I do now?
2
I decided to start with the codenames and dates mentioned in the "Night Watchman" plan; perhaps I could find a breakthrough there.
I picked up the phone and dialed a familiar number.
"Hello, is this Mike? I need you to look into something for me..."
I lowered my voice and told Mike about several codenames and dates recorded in the document. Mike is a technical analyst at the CIA, known for his helpfulness, and he is one of the few people I can trust.
"No problem, Yegor, leave it to me," Mike readily agreed.
I hung up the phone, feeling a bit more at ease.
I got up and walked to the window, gazing out at the night view of Washington, my mind racing with thoughts.
The "Night Watchman" plan, Scully, the nuclear crisis... these seemingly unrelated matters now felt like an invisible web tightly enclosing me, making it hard to breathe.
Knock, knock, knock...
A series of knocks interrupted my thoughts.
"Come in."
The office door swung open, and a tall figure stepped inside.
It was Scully.
"Director," I turned around and asked nonchalantly, "Is there something you need?"
Scully approached me, his gaze sharp and penetrating as if he could see through my soul.
"Yegor," he began slowly, his tone serious, "I need you to go to Moscow immediately."
I was taken aback but managed to maintain a calm facade. "Moscow? What happened?"
"I can't tell you the specifics," Scully shook his head. "You just need to know that this mission is extremely important and concerns our national security."
I paused for a moment before nodding. "I understand, Director. When do I leave?"
"The sooner, the better," Scully replied, tossing a file folder onto my desk. "Inside are your passport, visa, and mission briefing. Remember, Yegor, this mission is classified; you cannot disclose it to anyone, including your family and friends."
I picked up the folder and opened it for a glance. Inside, there was indeed my new passport and visa, along with a document sealed with a red ribbon.
"I understand, Director," I nodded again.
"Very good." Scully patted my shoulder with satisfaction. "I believe you will complete the mission excellently, Yegor."
With that, he turned and left my office.
I watched Scully's departing figure, filled with confusion and unease.
Moscow, top-secret mission, cannot disclose to anyone...
I had a feeling that this mission was definitely not as simple as it seemed.
I took a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down.
Right now, the priority was to quickly figure out the true purpose of this mission.
I grabbed the folder and hurried out of the office.
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