VESPER: 911.
I swallow.
Type again.
VESPER: KIDNAPPED. REAL. NOT A GAME.
My bloody fingers slip.
I wipe them against my trousers.
VESPER: THEY KNOW WHO I AM. THEY KNOW MY FATHER.
Footsteps outside.
My heart slams.
I type faster.
VESPER: I NEED YOU.
Then the hardest thing I've ever given another human being.
Access.
Not a breadcrumb.
Not a photograph.
Not a false trail.
Me.
VESPER: LOCATION OPEN. COME NOW. BRING YOUR PEOPLE.
I activate the emergency permission.
Everything I spent years protecting becomes available to Ghost for one narrow purpose.
Find me.
The door handle moves.
I send the last message.
VESPER: PLEASE, XAVIER.
Then I kill the connection.
The door opens.
Time becomes ugly after that.
Questions.
Silence.
Threats.