A woman in a faded hoodie walks onto a naval base, another forgettable face. The guards smirk, the Marines mock her, but they can’t see the quiet inventory she’s taking of a world she is about to command. They see nothing; she sees everything. The wind that swept in off the Atlantic that morning had a raw, metallic taste, cutting through the haze that clung to Naval Support Base Sentinel Harbor. It was a familiar salt-laced chill, the kind that seeps into your bones. A silver sedan, anonymous an