He blinked.
“But you’re you’re not an admiral.”
“No,”
I smiled.
“But the Navy uses familiar terminology to rank the importance of assets. Ghost indicates classified identity. Admiral indicates priority.”
He stared at me, stunned.
“Why would you be a priority?”
For a moment, I thought about all the lives I’d touched in my service. Some saved by decisions I made, some lost despite them. About the messages I’d relayed, the intel I’d helped decipher, the missions I’d quietly supported so others could carry them out. About the years spent overseas, moving like a whisper through places most Americans would never see. But I didn’t say any of that. Instead, I said,
“Because I was placed where I needed to be.”
and sometimes that means you become a piece in a much larger puzzle.
Richard let that settle inside him. The plane hummed softly. The F-22 behind us dipped a wing, receiving some kind of instruction.
Richard rubbed his face with both hands.
“I misjudged you.”
I didn’t say anything. He tried again.
“I misjudged you badly.”
Still, I stayed quiet. Sometimes silence is more honest than words. He cleared his throat.
“Daniel never told me anything about this.”
“He doesn’t know the details,”
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