Chapter 337: Seven Days
The words hung in the air above the dining table in the Rank One Apex Villa.
"Renner is dead," Cole repeated grimly. "But his desk is still working."
The squad stared at the heavy red ink stamped at the bottom of Elian's transfer file. Renner had been the senior auditor of the Capital's audit office before Draven cut his tether. The corrupt bureaucrat was gone, but the bureaucratic machinery he left behind was still steadily shuffling sleepers into Bastion Seven's most secure facilities.
Draven looked up from the parchment. His pitch-black eyes met the exhausted, earthy gaze of Dorn Halvers.
"How many forge workers were cleared under this specific stamp?" Draven asked levelly.
Halvers rubbed a thick, grease-stained hand over his face. The fifty-one-year-old master engineer looked physically ill.
