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Prologue: Checkmate Pending.
Two years, two hundred and seventy days.
That’s how long it’s been since Ethan walked away in London. (He’s been off the grid ever since, never staying still for long.)
Two years, two hundred and sixty eight days.
That’s how long it’s been since Paris was asked the question. (She chose to accept it, and still can’t quite believe how much has changed.)
One year, six days.
Since William Brant returned to active field work. (He refuses to admit it, but the more agents he works with the more he misses Hunt.)
Eight months, six days.
That’s how long it’s been since Benji accepted his last field mission from MIF. (He's very clear to anyone who asks this isn't retirement, simply a redirection of his skills.)
One week, four days.
That’s how long it’s been since Degas received his mission. (A team he doesn't know, minimal details- sometimes he wonders how the MIF manages to succeed.)
One day, two hours.
That’s how long it’s been since Solomon Lane escaped.