The morning after the map room discovery began like every other morning.
Trucks entered the yards.
Dispatch screens updated.
Warehouse crews checked schedules.
Forklifts moved across loading floors.
From the outside, everything looked normal.
Inside headquarters, nothing felt normal anymore.
The copies from the abandoned planning office covered the conference table.
Maps.
Notes.
Old route layouts.
Photographs.
Corridor Seven sat at the center of everything.
Elena stood over the documents.
Alexander sat across from her reviewing structural records.
Julian worked through archive references.
Mateo searched city ownership files.
Nobody spoke much.
Every answer they found seemed to create a larger question.
A knock came from the conference room door.
One of the reception staff stepped inside.
She looked uncertain.
"Elena?"
Elena looked up.
"Yes?"
"There's someone here asking for you."
Julian glanced at the clock.
They weren't expecting anyone.
