Page 230 of Commander’s Mate

Not routes.

Categories.

The traffickers had disguised human beings as logistics twice.

Once with prices.

Again with movement codes.

“Can we use it?”

Tivid looked at me.

“Use what?”

“If seventeen means skilled labor, and Breskaa is a mining world—”

He understood.

“Then Sector Six may contain disproportionate technical personnel.”

“People who know how the mine works.”

“Yes.”

Scarlet set her cup down.

“And if those people are still alive, they can tell us which systems not to blow up.”

Exactly.

Tivid opened tactical communications.

I stopped him.

“Wait.”

He frowned.

“We need the intelligence.”

“I know.”

“These records could affect mission planning.”

“I know.”

“Then why wait?”

“Because these people gave information for recovery. Not military intelligence.”

Scarlet looked at me.

Tivid’s expression sharpened.

“The records were captured from traffickers.”

“The codes were. The medical and skills data belong to the survivors.”