Val paced her office like a storm contained in sharp heels.
She was reviewing reports. Again.
Satellite scans. Facility logs. Damaged compounds. Wiped footage.
"Too clean," she muttered.
She flipped to the footage from the Bob extraction-the one where the team claimed nothing was left but wreckage.
Except...
One blurry frame.
One silhouette.
The moment before the explosion, caught in the corner of a half-burned security feed.
A figure walking away.
Slim build. Armored. Two pistols. Hair tied back.
"No way," she whispered, zooming in.
The file metadata said it was corrupted. The name field was blank.
But Val's memory wasn't.
She leaned back, eyes narrowed.
"Francesca Vale."
She hadn't said that name aloud in years.
Didn't have to.
Frankie Vale was dead. Long gone. Erased. Another lost ghost in a pile of black ops casualties.
But Val knew better than anyone-some ghosts didn't stay buried.
She tapped her pen once, then hit the intercom.
"Get me everything we have on Operation Echo. Old files. Scrubbed files. I want it all. Now."
Her tone dropped, darker.
"She's alive."
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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...
