Chapter 2 - Operation Red Mesa
My name is Staff Sergeant Maya Chen, and seven weeks earlier, I had still been allowed to stand in rooms where decisions mattered.
Nightshade was not something most soldiers understood. It was not a unit people bragged about at bars. It did not show up in recruiting videos or motivational posters. The badge was small, black enamel with a silver hawk, and most of what it meant lived behind doors people like Pruitt would never enter.
For four years, I had done quiet work in places where being noticed meant someone had failed. Extraction. Reconnaissance. Sensitive recovery. The kind of missions that looked clean on paper because the mess had been carried out by people who knew better than to leave fingerprints.
Then came Operation Red Mesa.
The briefing had been wrong before we even stepped off. Bad satellite imagery. Missing structures. One armed cell listed where there were two. A federal witness inside a compound nobody admitted existed until we were already bleeding for it.
Sergeant Reyes went down in the courtyard.
I still remembered his hand gripping my sleeve while I pressed down hard enough to keep him in the world. I made the call to shift route, breach west, and move the witness through a drainage cut the intel packet had labeled blocked.
The mission succeeded.
The witness survived.
Reyes survived.
Barely.
But survival on paper did not save me from Moss.
He blamed my decision-making. Not the bad intel. Not the cleaned-up images. Not the officer who removed the second building from the final packet because it made the brief look complicated.
Me.
A woman with a badge he never thought I deserved.
So he ripped it off outside the motor pool and dropped it in the dirt.
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That was his first mistake.
He assumed humiliation was the same as removal.
