And when they did, I would be ready.

The sound of heavy boots echoed down the corridor, stopping outside my cell.

The key turned in the lock.

The heavy iron door slowly began to swing open.

A thin sliver of light cut across the concrete floor, illuminating a pair of polished black boots.

I raised my head, my eyes adjusting to the glare.

The shadow of the visitor stretched long and dark across the cell.

“It’s time to talk, Captain,” a voice said from the doorway.

My heart skipped a beat as the light hit his face.

It wasn’t Hayes.

It wasn’t Daniel.

It was someone I had never seen before, wearing a uniform with no insignia.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

He carried a small leather case in his hand.

He set it on the bench beside me, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Who are you?” I asked, my voice cold.

“I’m the person who is going to help you disappear,” he said.

He opened the case, revealing a set of new identity documents and a clean passport.