"I need a priority trace," Liss said quickly, her voice clipped and urgent, wasting no time on pleasantries. "Personal target. Civilian. Code red—confirmed abduction."
"Name?"
"Kael."
"Phone number?"
She recited the digits from memory, each one clear and precise, her mind pulling them from the dozens of times she'd dialed him.
"Hold one moment," the voice said, emotionless as ever.
A low hum buzzed through the line, the sound of algorithms churning, satellites pinging, data streams converging. Then a chime echoed, sharp and final.
"We're tracking the device. It is currently in motion… traveling along Highway 11, eastbound."
Liss's brows furrowed, her free hand tightening on the railing as she visualized the route—winding through the outskirts, away from the city's dense core.
"That doesn't sound right. Is it stopping anywhere? Or did it stop recently? Give me a timeline."
Another pause, the hum intensifying as the system dug deeper.
"Give me a few seconds…"
