Agent Secret Fx 18 - (1964) 01:33:13 Official

"Coplan, do you copy?" The crackle in his earpiece was faint, buried under layers of Soviet jamming.

"Loud and clear," he whispered, his eyes tracking a shadow moving on the catwalk above. "But I have company. They’ve brought in the Corsican mercenaries." Agent Secret FX 18 - (1964) 01:33:13

He broke into a sprint, his trench coat snapping behind him. He reached the central control hub—a wall of spinning magnetic tapes and glowing vacuum tubes. At the heart of it sat a mahogany briefcase, wired directly into the warehouse’s power grid. "Coplan, do you copy