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“Transportation slowdowns.”
“Emergency call spikes.”
Russ exhales slowly.
“So the collapse prediction is starting.”
“Possibly.”
I shake my head.
“Or someone’s pushing the dominoes.”
Wren nods slowly.
“That’s my concern.”
Adam leans over the table again.
“Show me the command structure.”
Wren clicks another window.
The system loads a new interface.
Clean.
Minimal.
Almost military.
REGIONAL COMMAND PROTOCOL
Several boxes appear on the screen.
Most are empty.
But two of them are not.
Russ squints.
“What am I looking at?”
Wren swallows.
“The system’s leadership assignments.”
Adam’s eyes narrow slightly.
“Assignments?”
“Yes.”
“For Phase Three.”
Blade gestures toward the screen.
“Well?”
