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Slowly.
And for the first time—
He doesn’t understand what he’s seeing.
88
Lark
Location: Mobile Command
Time: Same
“Hello, Elias,” I whisper.
My voice doesn’t reach him through sound.
It reaches him through systems.
Through the architecture he trusted.
The one he believed only he could control.
I let him watch.
Not everything at once.
That would be chaos.
No—
I sequence it.
Deliberately.
Surgically.
First—
The shell companies.
Then—
The routing chains.
Then—
The commands.
Every decision he buried beneath layers of abstraction—
now visible.
Now undeniable.
Streaming across every screen in his world.
And beyond it.
