“Here.”
Three nodes glow near the mountains.
Search-and-rescue teams.
Volunteer medical units.
Emergency logistics groups.
Perfectly positioned along major highway corridors.
Russ whistles quietly.
“That’s not random placement.”
“No,” I say.
“None of this is.”
Adam studies the screen for another moment before leaning back in his chair.
“They’re building response corridors.”
“Exactly.”
“For disasters?”
“Or control.”
Russ glances toward the window.
“Still feels like something bigger.”
I nod.
“Because it is.”
I type quickly, running another set of cross-references.
More data appears.
Personnel.
Logistics hubs.
Communications relays.
All quietly embedded inside normal civilian infrastructure.
It’s brilliant.
Terrifying.
And way too organized to be accidental.
Behind me the cabin door creaks softly as the wind pushes against it.
I glance over my shoulder automatically.
