Choi asked, "Where are we going?"
The driver answered: "Restricted Ops Facility. Operation: Ghost-6."
Choi glanced at the man's chest — the spot where emotions showed up for him.
A solid blue sat there. Clear. Unchanged.
That was truth.
He nodded. "And who gave the order?"
"From above. That is all I can disclose."
The blue faded into a washed-out grey — the color people had when they weren't lying but not telling everything either. A half-truth, trimmed down to something safe.
Choi paused before the door closed and asked one more question.
"Who are you with? Which department?"
The driver didn't blink.
Didn't frown.
Didn't move a muscle.
But right in the center of his chest — the place Choi always watched — the color shifted.
Red. A heavy, dark shade.
The red slowly turned darker. Controlled anger, with a little malice under it.
"That information is classified," he said in the same flat voice.
