Logan Frost's Mysterious Identity

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Agent Logan was no stranger to danger, nor to the long stretches of time that seemed to blend together when on a mission.

But this time, something was different. He had been deep undercover in Eastern Europe, tracking down an elusive arms dealer who was rumored to be the key to stopping a brewing international conflict.

Everything had been going according to plan, until the day it wasn't.

It started like any other day in the field. Logan had woken up in his apartment, the one he’d been using as his safe house for the last few weeks.

He'd checked in with his assistant, Sam, like clockwork. Sam had been his eyes and ears on this mission, stationed at the agency's headquarters, feeding Logan intel and ensuring that every move he made was calculated and precise.

They had a rapport built on years of trust, and there wasn’t a mission they hadn’t completed together. Even Sam felt uncomfortable because Logan was on his own.

That day, however, something felt off. There was static on the l