**Surveillance — Week 1, Day 5**
Director Graham was not at home.
He was not at SHQ.
At 10:12 a.m., his sedan exited the highway and merged back into city traffic without signaling urgency. No scheduled stops. No calls placed. No destination entered into navigation.
He drove.
And drove.
Left turns that led nowhere. A slow pass through downtown. A loop around a public park. Back toward the main road. Then away again.
Behind him, three cars back, a black sedan maintained distance.
Inside, two minions sat without speaking.
The driver kept one hand at the wheel, the other resting low near the gear shift. His eyes never fixed too long on Graham's brake lights.
In the passenger seat, the second minion monitored a datapad resting against his thigh. A small tracking dot blinked steady on the screen.
Moving.
Circling.
No pattern.
"Suii," the passenger murmured.
The driver didn't respond. He adjusted speed subtly as Graham drifted into another turn.
Fifty-eight minutes passed.
