She pointed a manicured finger directly at the System, her gaze cold enough to freeze water.
"Do not just file one of your useless standard reports," she commanded. "Connect directly with the high-ranking authorities—specifically that female officer we dealt with during our last evaluation. Contact the specialized containment unit we handed that rogue system over to. Tell them about the situation here, and explicitly state my suspicion." She lowered her voice to a dangerous hum. "Someone deliberately rigged our queue. They dumped us into this cosmic death trap as retaliation for that bust, and I refuse to play along quietly."
Hearing the sheer, unadulterated gravity in her voice, the little golden lion's playful demeanor completely vanished. He straightened his tiny back, executing a rigid, military-grade nod.
