Free Web NovelChapter 134: Operation Silent Watch
Morning came slowly to Atlas Base.
Nobody had slept much.
The events of the previous night lingered in everyone’s minds like an unpleasant dream that refused to fade. The command center lights remained on, coffee cups littered several tables, and several analysts had simply fallen asleep in their chairs before waking up again a few hours later. The giant’s image still sat on one of the monitors. Its yellow eyes seemed almost alive despite being nothing more than a frozen frame from the Predator’s camera.
Marcus arrived shortly after sunrise carrying a mug of black coffee.
He looked terrible.
Dark circles sat beneath his eyes, and the fatigue on his face was obvious. Yet the first thing he did upon entering the command center was walk toward the monitor and stare at the giant once again.
Elaina noticed immediately.
"You didn’t sleep."
Marcus took a sip of coffee.
"Neither did you."
"Fair."
Neither smiled.
The mood in the room remained too heavy.
Several personnel were already awake. The Predator operators had maintained surveillance throughout the night, and fresh reports sat neatly arranged on the central table. Maps had been printed. Estimated patrol routes had been marked. Population figures had been revised several times.
Marcus finally looked away from the monitor.
"Brief me."
One of the analysts stood.
"Settlement remained active all night. Patrol activity increased by approximately thirty percent after the contact on the ridge."
Another operator took over.
"Several construction fires remained active. Guard shifts changed every four hours. Prisoners remain confined to the eastern enclosures."
A third analyst cleared his throat.
"We’ve identified additional structures hidden under the tree canopy. New estimate is seven hundred to eight hundred inhabitants."
Nobody reacted.
At this point, every report somehow made things worse.
Marcus placed his coffee on the table.
"Any indication they followed the helicopter?"
"No."
"Any indication they can?"
"No."
That was good.
At least the enemy had no answer to aircraft.
Yet he knew that advantage might not last forever.
The giant’s face reappeared in his mind.
That smile.
That analytical look.
That creature was thinking.
He was almost certain of it.
A being intelligent enough to organize patrols, maintain a settlement, and command hundreds of warriors would not simply forget what happened last night.
It would learn.
And learning enemies became dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Rolf entered the command center at that moment carrying a tray of food.
He looked around.
Saw the giant’s picture.
And immediately frowned.
"You know, I liked it better when our biggest problem was a dragon."
Several people chuckled.
The tension eased slightly.
Rolf placed the tray on the table and grabbed a chair.
"I’m serious. Dragons don’t have maps."
Nobody argued.
Because he had a point.
Marcus folded his arms.
"Exactly why we’re not rushing this."
Several eyes turned toward him.
He walked toward the regional map.
The Forest of No Return occupied a large portion of it. Mountains, rivers, valleys, and thick forests stretched for hundreds of kilometers.
Nobody knew what existed beyond the areas nearest to civilization.
Nobody had ever bothered to find out.
Now they had a reason.
Marcus picked up a marker.
"This settlement."
He circled the location.
"Seven to eight hundred inhabitants."
Another circle appeared.
"Agriculture."
Another.
"Permanent structures."
Another.
"Organized military."
He put the marker down.
"Everything points toward a civilization that has existed for a long time."
The room became quiet.
Because everyone understood the implications.
If one settlement could sustain eight hundred inhabitants, then there might be more.
The analyst from earlier finally voiced what everyone was thinking.
"You think this is only one village."
Marcus nodded.
"I do."
Nobody liked that answer.
Elaina exhaled.
"If you’re right..."
She didn’t finish.
She didn’t need to.
Because if there were more settlements, then the enemy population might number in the thousands.
The room suddenly felt much smaller.
Marcus looked at everyone.
"This changes our priorities."
Tomas leaned forward.
"No rescue?"
Marcus shook his head.
"Not yet."
Several faces showed disappointment.
He understood.
There were prisoners.
Real people.
Hundreds of them.
But rushing in blindly would only create more prisoners.
Or corpses.
"We don’t know their numbers. We don’t know their territory. We don’t know how many giants exist. We don’t know if they have allies."
He looked at the giant’s photograph.
"And we don’t know how intelligent that thing really is."
Nobody argued.
Because every statement was true.
The command center remained quiet for several seconds before Marcus spoke again.
"We gather intelligence."
Tomas nodded slowly.
"More reconnaissance."
"Much more."
Marcus looked toward the Predator operators.
"Continuous surveillance. Twenty-four hours. I want every patrol route mapped. Every structure identified. Every prisoner count updated."
The operators nodded immediately.
He looked at another team.
"I want terrain analysis. Rivers, hills, clearings, possible landing zones."
Another nod.
Then he looked toward Elaina.
"I need inventory reports."
Her brow furrowed.
"For what?"
Marcus met her eyes.
"For war."
Nobody spoke.
The word hung in the air.
War.
Not a raid.
Not a mission.
Not a monster extermination.
War.
Marcus continued before anyone could react.
"I’m not saying we’ll fight. I’m saying we prepare as though we might."
That sounded much better.
Much more reasonable.
Because if negotiations somehow became possible, then all of this preparation would simply be insurance.
If negotiations failed...
Then Atlas would need every advantage it possessed.
He looked at the giant’s image one last time.
That creature had organized patrols.
It had commanded wolves.
It had directed formations.
It had reacted intelligently to the Black Hawk.
A leader like that would not surrender simply because an aircraft existed.
No.
A leader like that would prepare.
Which meant Atlas needed to prepare too.
He picked up another marker and wrote several words across the map.
OPERATION SILENT WATCH
Everyone read the name.
Nobody said anything.
Marcus turned around.
"This operation has one objective."
He pointed toward the hidden settlement.
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His finger moved across the map.
"I want this forest mapped. I want settlements identified. I want enemy numbers. I want leaders, logistics, and movement patterns."
He looked directly at Tomas.
"And this time, nobody gets close enough to smell the wolves."
Laughter erupted.
Even Tomas grinned.
The mood improved slightly.
Only slightly.
Because everyone understood what lay ahead.
This was no ordinary mission anymore.
The mystery of the Forest of No Return had ended.
The age of ignorance was over.
For the first time in history, someone had looked into the heart of the forest and found an entire civilization staring back.
And somewhere beneath those endless green canopies, a giant with yellow eyes had also looked into the sky and discovered that the world beyond the trees was changing.
Two civilizations had seen one another.
Neither understood the other.
Neither knew the other’s strength.
Both had questions.
Both had fears.
And both were already preparing for what came next.
Marcus looked at the photograph one final time.
Then he picked up his coffee.
"We start now."
The command center immediately came alive.
Operators rushed toward their stations.
Printers began working.
Maps were spread across tables.
New reconnaissance schedules were prepared.
The Predator feed shifted once more toward the hidden settlement.
Far away, beneath the endless sea of trees, smoke rose from cooking fires while warriors walked along wooden walls and prisoners remained trapped behind fences.
The forest looked peaceful from above.
Marcus knew better.
A storm was coming.
The only question was whether it would end with diplomacy...
Or with helicopters, gunships, and an entire hidden civilization learning exactly what modern warfare looked like.
