When the enemy knows your moves, you change the game.
Three hours after Mira's revelation, I stood in the command center with maps burning.
Literally burning. Every documented safe house location. Every defensive position. Every ally contact point. All of it feeding flames in the metal trash can Darius held.
"Northern safe house," I called to Celeste. "Evacuate immediately. Give them thirty minutes to grab essentials, then move to backup location."
"Backup location's compromised too," Celeste reminded me.
"Then pick a new one. Hotel. Rental property. Anywhere that's not on Gideon's list."
She nodded. Made the call. One of dozens happening simultaneously.
Around us, organized chaos. Students running messages. Faculty coordinating evacuations. Everyone moving with the frantic energy of people racing against invisible countdown.
