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"I don't know."

"Who controls OB6?"

"I don't know."

I lean back. "You are becoming very boring."

"I'm telling you the truth."

"Then tell me something useful."

He hesitates. Adrianos shifts beside me, barely moving at all, and that makes Drakos start talking.

"I don't know who controls the network because there is no central contact. Not for people at my level."

My fingers still over the keyboard. "Your level?"

His jaw tightens as he realizes his mistake.

"How many levels are there?"

"I don't know."

"You've said that."

"Because it's true. Everything is compartmentalized. I receive instructions for specific movements. Sometimes funds. Sometimes vendor details. Sometimes I'm told to establish a structure and leave it untouched until another instruction arrives."

"Instructions from whom?"

"Different people."

"Names."

"I don't have them."

Adrianos's voice turns colder. "You're testing my patience."

"I'm not lying." Drakos looks genuinely frightened now. "Different identities are used. Different intermediaries. Sometimes encrypted messages, sometimes couriers. Nobody is given enough information to understand the entire operation."

A chill moves through me. Karras told us almost the same thing. Different intermediaries. Different identities. Never enough information to see the whole structure.

"How long have you been involved?" I ask.

"Six years."

"The network is older than that."

His surprise is immediate. Real.

"How much older?"

I study him. "Decades."

Drakos stares at me.

That reaction tells me something important. Even the people inside the machine don't understand how old the machine is.

I bring up the reservoir accounts. "How much money remains?"