He built evidence.
And to think that at the beginning we thought all they wanted was the list Lark copied.
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Lark
“He’s going to move,” I say.
Not a guess.
A certainty.
Ethan Cross leans against the table, arms folded, eyes sharp.
“Why?”
“Because his model says I’ll shut it down,” I reply. “Containment. Collapse. Clean resolution.”
I shake my head slightly.
“When I don’t…”
Now I can feel it.
That shift.
That disruption in his logic.
“He won’t understand why.”
Aaron watches me closely. “And that makes him do what?”
I meet his gaze.
“It pulls him out of hiding.”
A beat.
“He’ll need to see it himself.”
Right on cue—
Ronan inhales sharply behind us.
Not loud.
But sharp enough to cut through everything.
“I’ve got him.”
The room stills.
“Location?” Aaron asks.
Ronan’s fingers move fast, locking coordinates.
“Secure facility. Swiss border. Alpine relay station. High-altitude infrastructure node—isolated, hardened, minimal external traffic.”
