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I’m already pulling the feeds.

Tracking anomalies across multiple systems at once.

And then I see it.

Assets detaching.

Not flagged.

Not reassigned.

Removed.

Gone from official channels—

only to reappear seconds later under shell routing.

Untraceable.

Unaccountable.

Weaponized.

“Black teams,” I say.

My voice is flat now.

Focused.

Locked in.

“Not law enforcement. Not military.”

I isolate one signal.

Then another.

Then three more.

“They’re contract.”

Aaron’s voice cuts through. “Coming here?”

“Yes.”

I don’t hesitate.

Because the pattern is already clear.

“And not just here.”

I throw the map onto the main screen.

It expands.

Five vectors.

Five cities.