FADE IN: INT. UNKNOWN LOCATION. BLACK SCREEN. Silence. Then static. Not the clean static of a tuned receiver but the deep, oceanic roar of a signal fighting to exist. A WOMAN'S VOICE cuts through, professional, controlled, reading back coordinates with the precision of someone who has been trained to speak clearly when everything around her is falling apart. WOMAN'S VOICE (V.O.) Bird Dog, I have your transmission. Callsign confirmed. Receiving coordinates. Go ahead. A MAN'S VOICE. Strained. The sound of someone speaking through pain, or cold, or both. Behind his voice: wind. The distant concussion of something exploding. MAN'S VOICE (V.O.) Grid reference four seven niner, two two six. Colonel Franklin Harlow. Office of Strategic Services. Foggia Airfield. Mission coordinates falsified on September twenty ninth, October eighth, October nineteenth. Pilots targeted. Pilots killed. Static swells. The man's voice fights through it. MAN'S VOICE (V.O.) Lieutenant Robert Hayes. Callsign Bird Dog Three. Killed October nineteenth on a mission designed to kill him. The woman's voice, barely audible now through the interference: WOMAN'S VOICE (V.O.) Bird Dog, say again your identity. Say