Page 181 of The ARC Unit: Breach

Raven released both latches and raised the lid. The case was packed from edge to edge.

The contents were organized too carefully to have been grabbed at random during an escape. Several thick document packets were clipped by country. A black encrypted drive sat in a foam cutout beside two smaller storage devices. There were access cards, passport copies and what looked like a handwritten ledger in a narrow leather cover. One clear sleeve contained photographs of vehicles and buildings. Another held bank information printed beside company ownership trees Raven had spent days trying to reconstruct from scattered databases.

I touched nothing as Raven leaned closer.

“This is… wow.”

Bear looked over his shoulder. “Good?”

“Potentially enormous.”

Raven lifted one document packet by the corner after photographing it. The top page listed names beside movement codes, addresses, dates and amounts. Several codes matched the ones we had recovered at Haus Eberhardt.

“These are routes,” I said.

“And payments.”

Raven turned another page. A set of physical access credentials fell forward inside a plastic sleeve. One carried a Paris address. The card beneath it was heavier than the rest, cream stock with black embossed lettering and a gold foil border that looked absurdly expensive beside the industrial grime on my hands.

Raven read the heading.

“Private financial reception. Paris.”

He checked the date.

“One week.”

The invitation named a foundation I had never heard of and a hotel near the Seine. Beneath the event information was a smaller handwritten notation in black ink, followed by a number that looked like a credential sequence. Raven photographed it separately.

“This is not a souvenir.”

“No.”

He went back into the case. There were lists of shell companies, several with Cerberus markers we already knew and more that did not exist anywhere on our current board. A folded sheet contained what looked like a hierarchy of access permissions. Another packet held copies of victim identity documents, dozens of them, arranged beside destination codes.

“How many?”

Raven did not answer immediately. He counted pages, then stopped.

“A lot.”

Bear looked toward the building. “Enough to matter?”

Raven looked at him.

“Enough to keep us busy for months.”

Wolf appeared at the open van door. His eyes went first to Raven, then the case, then me.

“Status.”

Raven straightened. “Medical is still counting. Six confirmed from Eberhardt. Four need immediate hospital transport so far, possibly more once they finish triage. German police have seven suspects alive in custody, three dead. The BMW driver was taken south of the property. The helicopter dropped below civilian radar coverage east of the Rhine, but aviation control is still working it.”

Wolf’s jaw tightened beneath the mask.

“Keller?”

Raven’s voice lowered. “Confirmed.”