Luke didn’t move fast. Fast gets you noticed. Instead, he slid his phone into his pocket and kept his voice normal.
“Everything okay?” he asked, like he’d received a joke from a buddy.
The woman—Morgan Vale, if that was her real name—didn’t glance at his pocket. She didn’t need to. She’d seen enough to read danger without theatrics.
“Who texted you?” she asked quietly.
Luke kept his eyes on the bar mirror, using reflections instead of turning his head. “Unknown number,” he said. “But it’s not random.”
Morgan’s gaze drifted casually toward the door. Two men, neither drunk, neither friendly. Clean haircuts. Civilian clothes that screamed “trying not to look tactical.” One scanned the room like he was counting exits. The other stared at Morgan like he’d found something he’d been paid to find.
Morgan’s posture didn’t change, but her voice dropped a half-octave. “They’re not here for you.”
Luke’s jaw tightened. “Then they’re here for you.”
Morgan took a slow breath, as if deciding how much truth to spend. “I left that name buried for a reason,” she said. “Some missions don’t end when you rotate home.”
Luke’s instincts surged. “Eli Reyes—does he know?”
“No,” Morgan replied. “And he shouldn’t. Let him keep his peace.”
Luke wanted to push, but the men were already moving. One stepped deeper into the bar. The other stayed near the door, thumb brushing his phone screen like he was coordinating.
Luke slid off his stool. “Back exit?” he asked.
Morgan shook her head once. “Too obvious.”
She stood smoothly, paid cash for her drink without looking at the bartender, and walked—not rushed, not fearful—toward a hallway that led to restrooms and a side patio. Luke followed a few paces behind, matching her calm.
On the patio, night air hit Luke’s face. The ocean smell mixed with cigarette smoke from the far corner. Morgan paused near a stack of chairs and tilted her head slightly—listening.
Footsteps. Two sets.
“They followed,” Luke murmured.
“I know,” Morgan said.
Luke’s hand hovered near his waistband, not drawing anything—just ready. “Tell me what you need.”
Morgan looked at him for the first time like she was measuring his character, not his rank. “I need you to do nothing stupid,” she said. “And I need you to listen.”
The door creaked. One of the men stepped onto the patio and smiled too wide.
“Evening,” he said. “Morgan, right?”
Morgan didn’t answer.
The man held up his hands in a fake show of peace. “No one wants trouble. We just want a conversation.”
Luke stepped slightly to Morgan’s left, creating a barrier without posturing. “You got the wrong person,” Luke said flatly.
The man’s eyes flicked to Luke’s shoulders, to the way he stood. He adjusted his tone. “Navy,” he guessed. “This isn’t your lane.”
Luke didn’t blink. “It became my lane when you stalked someone out of a bar.”
The second man appeared in the doorway, blocking the exit back inside. Morgan’s voice stayed calm.
“Tell your boss,” she said, “Shadow Six is dead.”
The first man chuckled. “If that were true, we wouldn’t be here.”
Luke felt his chest tighten. “Who’s your boss?”
The man shrugged. “Someone who lost money because of what happened in Fallujah.”
Morgan’s expression barely shifted, but Luke saw the flicker behind her eyes—memory. The kind that had teeth.
“You were never supposed to say Fallujah,” she whispered, almost to herself.
Luke’s mind raced. “This isn’t about Reyes. It’s about what you saw.”
Morgan’s gaze locked on the man. “I saw a betrayal,” she said. “And I carried it out of that city in my head because nobody wanted it written down.”
The man’s smile thinned. “We’re giving you an option. Come with us. Quietly. You’ll get protection. Money. A new identity. Again.”
Morgan’s voice turned icy. “I already paid for a new identity. With blood.”
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