A coded message.
A ticking clock.
A war waiting to ignite.

The NSA scrambles a response. I get a partner I don’t trust.

Ex-military. Classified past. Too many sealed files.

Then the breach hits again.

Not random.
Not distant.
Internal.

The evidence points to him.

Thirty thousand feet in the air.
Nowhere to run.
No one else to blame.

If he’s innocent, we stop a war.

If he’s not—

I’m trapped with the enemy.