They said I never existed.
No medals. No service record. Not even a line in the Department of Defense archives.
When they called me a fraud, it wasn’t the accusation that broke me — it was how easily they erased everything I’d bled for.
My name is Captain Lila Cross, U.S. Army Corps of Engineers, Project Paragon — or at least, it used to be.
Paragon was the Pentagon’s miracle: a subterranean power grid built to survive nuclear war. Five engineers, one underground base buried deep beneath the Nevada desert, and a promise that “the light of America would never go out.”
We succeeded.
And then, one winter morning, the base went dark.
Colonel Nash — my commanding officer — vanished, along with every prototype and classified document. Three days later, a congressional hearing declared Paragon a “budgetary fraud.”
The official report read: “Captain Lila Cross falsified records, embezzled federal funds, and demonstrated post-combat instability.”
I was arrested that same night. Two federal agents, rain dripping off their coats.
“Captain Cross,” one said, “you’re under arrest for treason.”
In court, they played surveillance footage — me signing shipments I’d never seen, my voice authorizing transfers I’d never made. Even my mother couldn’t look at me.
“She hasn’t been right since she came back from the desert,” she whispered.
But the judge — an older man, shoulders squared like someone who’d worn a uniform — kept his eyes on me, not the evidence.
When the prosecution rested, he leaned forward and said quietly, just loud enough for me to hear:
“Captain, does the codename White Echo mean anything to you?”
My blood froze.
White Echo wasn’t in any document. It was Paragon’s final activation code — known only to three people. Two were dead.
“Yes, Your Honor,” I said softly.
He nodded. “Then you’re clear to proceed.”
I opened the briefcase they’d sworn was empty and placed a single flash drive on the table — its casing etched with one word: AEGIS.
Every agent in the room froze.
The judge struck his gavel once.
“This court is adjourned. National Security will take it from here.”
When the room cleared, he stepped closer, voice low.
“Welcome back, Captain Cross. Paragon is still alive. You were never the traitor — you were the test.”
