“You hid operational routing?”
“I think I copied it.”
Nobody breathes.
Everyone’s suddenly VERY interested in this conversation.
Lucas lowers his weapon cleaning kit slowly.
“You copied Sentinel’s network?”
Hannah swallows hard.
“I don’t think Wu realized I was remembering more than I should’ve.”
Gabriel mutters,
“That’s because he underestimated you.”
Correct.
Very correct.
Hannah moves toward the table slowly.
Exhaustion drags at every step now.
But underneath it?
Determination.
Cold and growing.
“They moved children between countries constantly,” she says quietly. “No paper trails. No official records. Just internal transport systems.”
Russ’s face hardens.
“Human trafficking.”
Gabriel nods once.
“State-funded black-site trafficking.”
Jesus Christ.
The room goes silent again.
Not shocked anymore.
Past shock.
Now it’s rage.
Miles rubs both hands over his face.
“We should contact Langley.”
CIA.
