Chương 164: Chapter 163: The Breach Point (03/15/2007)

DATE: Thursday, March 15, 2007 LOCATION: Eastern Iran | Zagros Mountains (DEVGRU Direct Action Element) LOCAL TIME: 01: 15 AM IRST The wind over the Zagros cut like a blade. I moved low along the ridgeline, suppressed HK416 pressed tight to my shoulder, panoramic night vision painting the terrain in razor-sharp green. Four other DEVGRU operators ghosted behind me. Tonight's target was a high-value Quds Force logistics officer — a man coordinating enriched material shipments and Hezbollah funding pipelines.

Another thread in the web we had been methodically cutting since the Levant stabilization.

"Singularity, this is Ghost Actual," the VR overwatch team in Dam Neck transmitted directly into my neural lace.

"Digital twin confirms six hostiles inside the compound. Primary HVT is in the rear bunker with two bodyguards. No civilians. Roof sentries are static." This book is hosted on another platform. Read the official version and support the author's work.

"Copy. We're at the breach point." We flowed down the slope in silence. The expanding hexagonal sensor mesh — now pushing south from the Turkish staging areas at İskenderun — fed real-time data into the Silver Chord. Each new hexagon segment extended hardened supply lines, power conduits, and photogrammetry coverage, turning the landscape itself into a sovereign footprint. Red vector lines painted every threat. I didn't guess corners anymore; the architecture told me exactly where danger lived.

The breach was textbook. Flash-bang through the window, suppressed bursts, the wet thud of bodies hitting concrete. The HVT barely had time to reach for his pistol before we were on him. We secured the drives, documents, and encrypted sat-phone, then exfiltrated under the cover of the hex-grid's growing sensor blind spots. Another name quietly erased. Another funding route severed. As the MH-47 lifted us out over the dark mountains, I allowed the split.

My real body remained alert in the helo, monitoring telemetry and after-action data. The Lattice Minetic Driver version of me opened its eyes eight thousand miles away.