By half past four that afternoon, Regina Intelligence Headquarters on Saint Helena Street had become the quietest building in the city, not because fewer people were working inside it, but because everyone who had entered during the last hour understood that whatever Nadia Cross had discovered could change the meaning of every crisis that had shaken Regina since the beginning of the rebellion. The headquarters had once been an ordinary administrative building used by investigators, analysts, and intelligence officers, yet the events of the past twenty-four hours had transformed its upper operations room into a war room where maps, financial records, communication logs, photographs, and supernatural symbols covered nearly every available surface.
