89
Havoc
Idon’t like his answer.
I don’t like any of this.
“Relocate them.”
No.
That’s not strategy.
That’s control.
And I’ve seen that play before.
Doesn’t end well for the people being “protected.”
I shake my head once.
“No,” I say again.
The agent exhales slowly.
Like he expected that.
“Then you’re putting them at risk.”
“They’re already at risk,” I reply. “The difference is—right now, I know where they are.”
That lands.
Because it’s true.
Because control works both ways.
Silence stretches between us.
The room is still.
Waiting.
Always waiting.
I glance at the tablet again.
At the network.
The routes.
The structure.
Something about it—
Doesn’t sit right.
Briggs shifts beside me.