“The recruitment clipboard.”
Adam raises an eyebrow.
“You got names?”
“Twenty-three.”
Blade grins.
“Now we’re talking.”
She slides the notebook across the table.
“But here’s the strange part.”
Adam scans the list.
“Half of these people already have specialized training.”
Search and rescue.
Former military.
Emergency medicine.
Volunteer firefighters.
Miles whistles softly.
“They’re not recruiting civilians.”
“No,” Wren says.
“They’re recruitingoperators.”
The room goes still again.
Because now the picture is starting to come together.
This isn’t a charity network.
It’s atalent pipeline.
I lean back in my chair.
“Sentinel’s ghost.”
Adam looks up.
“You think this ties back to him?”
“Everything about it feels like him.”
Wren nods slowly.
“But Eli said something important.”
“What?”
