Fallout
DEEP COVER – PART VI
In the last installment…
The Harsh Light of Day
In the last installment…
R. Adrian Thorne ⏾⋆.˚
“OKAY, WE’RE HERE,” Maya said quietly.
I looked out the window. Yangon International shimmered in the late-afternoon heat, the runway bleeding into haze. Planes taxied in slow, indifferent lines, their engines whining against the thick air. To anyone else, it was just another airport. To us, it was the beginning of disappearance.
We never traveled back to the US together. That was rule one. No shared itineraries. No shared manifests. No neat little cluster of American passports moving in formation. We fractured on purpose—different airlines, different departure times, different countries. You left as a team. You returned as ghosts.
