(Frankie's POV)
I didn't click right away.
I stared at the message for a solid minute, every cell in my body screaming trap.
Someone wanted me to react. Wanted me curious. Wanted me reckless.
Too bad I'm not any of those things.
Not anymore.
"Okay," I whispered, hands already moving.
First, I killed the Wi-Fi. Hard disconnect. This was local now.
Next, I ran my blockers-three custom firewalls, one I stole from a black-ops unit so buried it doesn't even exist anymore. I pinged the packet's return path, traced the relay jumps.
Seven bounces. Three foreign servers. One came from inside Val's web.
I clenched my jaw.
That meant someone with clearance. Someone who'd been watching.
I created a sandbox environment-air-gapped, virtual. If this thing had a virus, it was gonna choke to death inside a walled-off digital coffin.
"Let's see what you've got."
I opened it.
The screen flickered.
Not a video.
Not a file dump.
Just a still image-grainy, dark, but sharp enough where it mattered.
A surveillance photo.
Of me.
I was crouched behind that tree. Watching the Thunderbolts. Tonight.
Someone had eyes on me... while I had eyes on them.
And in the corner of the photo?
A timestamp.
4 minutes ago.
I shot up from my chair, heart spiking for the first time in weeks.
"No. No, no-"
I grabbed the tablet and scanned the perimeter feed.
Nothing.
No movement.
No power dips.
No thermal shifts.
But whoever sent this?
They were close.
And they wanted me to know it.
YOU ARE READING
Code Name: Untraceable
FanfictionShe's not on the roster. She's not in the system. She's not even supposed to be alive. Every mission the Thunderbolts run, she's there-appearing out of nowhere, tearing through enemies like a storm, then vanishing without a trace. One time? Coincide...
