Sterling Private Security Base.
The operations room had become unusually quiet.
Miles stood in front of one of the central tables.
A recovered file lay open before him.
It had come from the anonymous bank locker in Citadel.
The same locker Bjorn had instructed "Thea" to access.
Charles stood beside him.
Several agents remained at their stations nearby, but no one spoke louder than necessary.
The mission file was simple.
Too simple.
Names.
A location.
Instructions.
And one particular name that Miles had not expected to see anywhere near WEB.
Timothy Sterling.
Miles stared at the file again.
His expression remained serious.
"What the hell is this?"
Charles looked toward him.
Miles tapped one finger against the document.
"Why is Grandpa even involved in this?"
Charles slowly shook his head.
"We don't know yet."
Miles looked up.
Charles continued,
"But one thing is obvious."
"The fact that Mr. Timothy is alive matters to Bjorn."
Miles said nothing.
