The Man Beyond The Map

CHAPTER 9 - WHAT WE STARTED

I drove to General Vale's house without remembering most of the journey.

Streetlights passed across the windshield.

One.

Two.

Three.

I kept seeing the photograph in my mind.

Me.

A uniform I'd never worn.

A background I didn't recognize.

And Elena's voice over the phone.

There are dozens of them.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.

The military had taught me to distrust coincidences.

Someone had been watching me.

Someone had been collecting photographs.

And now Elena had found them inside Marcus's study.

That meant one of two things.

Either Marcus knew something about me that I didn't know myself—

or someone had been using his house to keep records of me.

Neither possibility was good.

I reached the house.

The front door was closed.

No lights in the downstairs windows.

I stepped out of the vehicle and scanned the street.

Nothing.

I approached the door.

Three knocks.

Elena opened it almost immediately.

She looked frightened.

“Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Marcus?”

“He's gone.”

“Where?”

“I don't know.”

I entered.

She locked the door behind me.

“Show me.”

She nodded.

We walked toward Marcus's study.

Halfway there, she stopped.

“I haven't touched anything since I called you.”

“Good.”

She opened the door.

The room was dark.

I switched on the light.

Everything looked normal.

Desk.

Books.

Cabinet.

Photographs.

I looked at Elena.

“Where?”

She pointed toward a large wooden cabinet.

“There.”

I approached it.

The cabinet was locked.

“Did you open it?”

“No.”

“Then how did you see the photographs?”

She pointed to the floor.

One photograph lay beneath the desk.

I crouched.

Picked it up.

My stomach tightened.

It was me.

Not recently.

Years earlier.

I was standing beside a transport aircraft.

But the photograph had something wrong about it.

The date printed in the corner was eight years before I had ever been assigned to that unit.

I turned it over.

No writing.

I looked at Elena.

“Where did this come from?”

“I don't know.”

She moved beside me.

“There's another.”

Then another.

We searched the room.

Photographs were hidden everywhere.

Behind books.

Inside folders.

Beneath drawers.

All of me.

Different ages.

Different locations.

Different uniforms.

Some were impossible.

One showed me standing beside a military vehicle in a country I'd never visited.

Another showed me in a building that had been demolished before I joined the military.

Another showed me speaking to a man I had never met.

I felt the hairs on the back of my neck rise.

“Elena.”

“What?”

“Don't touch anything else.”

She froze.

“Why?”

I pointed to the photographs.

“Because someone wants us to find these.”

Her expression changed.

“You think this is a trap?”

“I know it is.”

A sound came from downstairs.

We both froze.

Someone was inside the house.

I immediately pulled my weapon.

Elena covered her mouth.

I motioned for her to stay behind me.

Footsteps.

Slow.

Measured.

Coming up the stairs.

I moved toward the door.

The footsteps stopped.

Silence.

Then the door opened.

I raised my weapon.

“Don't move.”

Marcus stood there.

His eyes dropped to my gun.

Then to the photographs scattered across his study.

His expression changed.

“What are you doing here?”

Elena stepped forward.

“Marcus—”

He looked at her.

Then at me.

“Both of you.”

I lowered the weapon.

“Sir.”

His voice was cold.

“Put that away.”

I did.

He entered the room and closed the door.

For several seconds, nobody spoke.

Then Marcus looked at the photographs.

“Where did you find those?”

Elena answered.

“They were hidden.”

Marcus's jaw tightened.

“Who showed you?”

“No one.”

He looked at me.

I held up the photograph with the impossible date.

“You knew about these?”

He didn't answer.

“Sir.”

He walked to the desk.

Opened a drawer.

Removed a key.

Then crossed the room toward the cabinet.

He unlocked it.

The doors opened.

Inside were dozens more photographs.

My photographs.

I stared.

“What the hell is this?”

Marcus didn't answer.

“Sir.”

His expression was unreadable.

“I was going to tell you.”

“When?”

“When I had enough information.”

“About me?”

“Yes.”

I stepped closer.

“How long?”

He looked at me.

“Four years.”

My stomach dropped.

“Four years?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“Because four years ago, your name appeared in an intelligence report.”

“What kind of report?”

“One I wasn't supposed to have.”

He pulled out a file.

I took it.

The first page contained my name.

ETHAN CROSS

Below it was a classification code I'd never seen.

Then a photograph.

The same strange uniform.

The same unknown location.

I looked at Marcus.

“This isn't me.”

“I know.”

“Then why is my name on it?”

“That's what I've been trying to find out.”

Elena stepped closer.

“Marcus, why didn't you tell him?”

“Because I wasn't sure who I could trust.”

His eyes moved toward me.

The words landed like a blow.

“You suspected me?”

“I suspected everyone.”

“Even me?”

“Especially you.”

Silence.

I handed the file back.

“Why?”

“Because every investigation led back to you.”

I frowned.

“What investigation?”

Marcus opened another folder.

“Disappearances.”

I looked at him.

“Military personnel.”

He spread several photographs across the desk.

“Men who vanished during classified operations.”

I studied the images.

Some were familiar.

Others weren't.

“What do they have in common?”

Marcus pointed to a photograph.

Every missing soldier had been stationed near a certain region.

“None of them were supposed to be there.”

“Where?”

He pointed to a map.

A remote section of ocean.

“There.”

I stared at the coordinates.

Something about them felt familiar.

I didn't know why.

Elena looked between us.

“What is that place?”

Marcus answered quietly.

“Nothing.”

I frowned.

“Nothing?”

“No island. No military installation. No recognized territory.”

“Then why are people disappearing there?”

“We don't know.”

I looked at the photographs again.

One of them showed a plane.

The aircraft was surrounded by clouds.

Underneath was a handwritten note.

NO SURVIVORS.

I looked at Marcus.

“When was this?”

“Six years ago.”

“Who was on board?”

“Military personnel.”

“Where were they going?”

“Nowhere.”

I frowned.

“That doesn't make sense.”

“They filed a flight plan for a location that doesn't exist.”

My eyes moved back to the photograph.

“Who filed it?”

Marcus looked at me.

“You.”

I felt the room tilt.

“What?”

He shook his head.

“Not you personally.”

He pointed at the file.

“Someone using your identity.”

My pulse hammered.

“Someone has been using my identity for years?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“We don't know.”

I looked at Elena.

She was staring at me.

Not with fear.

With concern.

I realized then that the affair wasn't the only thing threatening to destroy my life.

There was something else.

Something much larger.

And I had no idea how deep it went.

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Marcus closed the cabinet.

“You need to leave.”

I looked at him.

“Sir?”

“Now.”

“Why?”

“Because if someone has been monitoring you for four years, they'll know you're here.”

As if summoned by his words, the lights went out.

Elena gasped.

I drew my weapon.

“Stay behind me.”

The house went completely dark.

I listened.

Nothing.

Then—

A window shattered downstairs.

I moved toward the hallway.

“Stay here.”

Marcus pulled his own weapon.

“No.”

I looked at him.

“We do this together.”

For the first time in days, we stood beside each other again.

Not commander and subordinate.

Soldiers.

The way we had been before everything became complicated.

We moved downstairs.

Glass covered the floor.

The back window was broken.

I scanned the garden.

Nothing.

Then I saw movement.

“Contact.”

I fired once.

The figure disappeared behind a wall.

Marcus moved toward the rear entrance.

I followed.

We reached the garden.

Empty.

But something lay on the ground.

A black case.

I approached it carefully.

Marcus stopped me.

“Don't.”

I crouched anyway.

The case was already open.

Inside was a stack of photographs.

And one document.

I picked it up.

My name was at the top.

SUBJECT: ETHAN CROSS

Below it:

STATUS: ACTIVE

Then:

DESTINATION: UNKNOWN ISLAND

I looked at Marcus.

“What's this?”

He didn't answer.

Elena stepped out behind us.

“Marcus?”

He stared at the document.

His face had gone pale.

“I've never seen that.”

I looked down.

There was another line.

EVENT WINDOW: 17 DAYS

My blood ran cold.

“Seventeen days until what?”

No answer.

Then my phone rang.

Unknown number.

I answered.

“Who is this?”

A distorted voice replied.

“You've finally found the truth.”

“Who are you?”

“You're looking in the wrong direction, Ethan.”

I tightened my grip.

“What do you want?”

“You think the woman is your problem.”

I looked at Elena.

The voice continued.

“She isn't.”

“Then what is?”

A pause.

Then:

“The ocean.”

The call ended.

I stared at the phone.

Marcus looked at me.

“What did they say?”

I didn't answer immediately.

Then I handed him the phone.

“The ocean.”

His face changed.

He understood something.

Something I didn't.

“What?”

He looked at Elena.

Then at me.

“There's an operation we've been trying to stop for years.”

“What operation?”

He swallowed.

“Finding the island.”

I looked at the document.

DESTINATION: UNKNOWN ISLAND

“Why?”

Marcus's eyes met mine.

“Because every person who has ever gone looking for it has disappeared.”

The wind moved through the broken window.

I looked toward the dark horizon.

For some reason, I couldn't shake the feeling that the ocean was looking back.

And somewhere beyond the maps, beyond the routes, beyond everything I thought I understood—

something was waiting for me.