The command center went very still. For the first time that morning they had not just questions, but direction.
Kade scanned the map and fixed on a remote cluster of sites. He pointed to the furthest, most isolated property tucked beyond the industrial district. Marcus frowned. "Why that one?"
Kade's gaze never left the screen. "The lilies," he said. The memory of the bond's flash—the white flowers, the metallic door—was enough. Fragments were all he needed.
"Mobilize an assault team," he ordered. "Forensics on every property. Cut power to the industrial grid in that sector. Drone sweeps with thermal and signal detection. Get me every unaltered feed from the last forty-eight hours. Full comms blackout protocols on that block—no chatter that could alert them."
