The jet's engines hummed low, cloaked by tech no one admitted existed. Inside, a man in a gray suit stared at a single encrypted message on his tablet: "It's done. Ignite at 0400." He didn't know who sent it—only that it came from above, higher than presidents, higher than flags. He pressed send on a reply: "Confirmed." Below, the water glittered like a fuse waiting to catch.