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The next move begins.
39
Ronan
Location: Mobile Command
Time: Afternoon
My screens explode.
Not alerts.
Not noise.
A flood.
Uncontrolled.
Unfiltered.
“Holy—” I whisper.
Aaron’s voice cuts in immediately. “What?”
I’m already pulling the feed apart, isolating the source, tracking the spread.
“They just dumped a list,” I say. “Anonymous release. Wide distribution.”
“Of what?”
I hesitate.
Because the answer matters.
“Targets.”
The word lands heavy.
I expand the list across three monitors.
Names.
Dozens at first.
Then hundreds.
Then more.
Political figures.
CEOs.
Judges.
Military officers.
Across six countries.
