Agent Secret Fx 18 - (1964) 01:33:13 • Ultimate & Working

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

He checked the action on his Beretta. Silence was a luxury he no longer had. Somewhere in the labyrinth of crates ahead, the "Siren" was counting down. It wasn't a bomb, but something worse: a high-frequency transmitter capable of scrambling the guidance systems of every NATO jet over the Mediterranean. Agent Secret FX 18 - (1964) 01:33:13

"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." "Coplan, do you copy