The audit team arrived at dawn.
Three black vehicles rolled into the field, their engines loud against the quiet morning. Soldiers at the gate ready and the medical staff.
Yvonne Carter watched from the command tent as the doors opened.
Five people stepped out, sharp suits, cold eyes, official badges.
Zenith did not send auditors for support, they sent them for control.
She walked forward calmly, her expression unreadable.
“I am Doctor Yvonne Carter,” she said. “Head of emergency response for this mission.”
A tall man with silver hair nodded.
“Victor Lang,” he replied. “Zenith Compliance Division.”
She knew the name, he was known for ending careers.
“You are early,” Yvonne said.
“We moved our schedule up,” Victor replied smoothly. “Much like your deployment.”
The message was cl
