need to understand the full scope."
They moved with purpose then, the conversation shifting from philosophical to practical. Thessian pulled out a laptop from one of the duffel bags, encrypted, he explained, routed through multiple secure servers. Set it up on the dining table with the kind of efficiency that suggested he'd done this before, prepared safe houses for investigations that required isolation.
Liora settled into the chair, the familiar weight of investigation settling over her like armor. This she could do. This she understood. Data, patterns, financial trails, these were enemies she knew how to fight.
The morning passed in focused silence. Thessian made calls in low, terse conversations, speaking languages she didn't recognize, asking questions she couldn't follow. Liora dug through databases and encrypted files, following money trails and shell corporations, building the web of conspiracy one connection at a time.
But every lead hit a wall.
