The team meeting took place in Onyx House's common room, which someone had transformed into a proper briefing area complete with holographic displays and uncomfortable chairs.
Braxton stood at the front, looking tired. Dark circles under his eyes suggested he'd slept even less than I had.
"Alright, listen up. The official VHC position is that the Sunken Necropolis experienced an unprecedented mana fluctuation that temporarily elevated the threat level. No external tampering suspected. Case closed."
"That's garbage," Jacob said immediately.
"Yes. It is. But it's the garbage we're going to pretend to believe, because the alternative is becoming persons of interest in a political investigation that will end several careers and possibly some lives."
That shut everyone up.
