The old science laboratory on the third floor of the First Citadel served as a high-security intelligence war room where ice-covered consoles hummed with raw computation power.
Dozens of holographic displays flickered above long workbenches covered in frost-preserved documents and confiscated datapad drives recovered from the western canyon ambush.
"Look at the cryptographic hashing on these three separate contract registries," Vasa said, magnifying a cluster of glowing blue runes across the central holographic projection.
"The digital encryption algorithms match down to the exact sub-routine architecture," Vasa continued, pointing toward the cascading cryptographic hashes.
"Every single contract bears the exact same hidden digital signature," Vasa revealed, aligning three floating parchment windows in midair.
"Show us the structural connections between these ledgers, Vasa," Nox commanded, leaning over the workbench with his arms folded across his chest.
