And I wouldn’t stop until the truth was laid bare.

The gate of the base loomed ahead, the spotlights sweeping the road.

I stepped into the light, my hands raised.

The guards ran forward, their weapons pointed at my chest.

“Captain Morgan, halt!” they yelled.

“Identify yourself!”

“Captain Morgan,” I said, my voice steady.

“I’m here to report a treason.”

They closed in, grabbing my arms and pushing me to the ground.

I didn’t fight them.

I let them slide the cuffs onto my wrists.

I looked up at the command tower, where the silhouette of a man stood watching.

He knew I was here.

And he knew I had the drive.

The game was far from over.

They led me toward the holding cells, my boots dragging on the concrete.

I kept my eyes on the ground, counting the steps.

One.

Two.

Three.

The cell door opened with a heavy metallic clang.

They pushed me inside, the door slamming shut behind me.

The light flickered and went out.

I sat on the cold steel bench, waiting.

I knew someone would come.