Sofia's POV
The federal convoy assembled at 4:47 AM in a parking lot twenty miles from the Sanctuary—six vehicles, twelve agents, and one very nervous attorney who'd just staked her career on a wellness check warrant that might not hold up under legal scrutiny.
"Final equipment check," Agent Martinez ordered, her voice carrying the controlled tension of someone about to execute a high-risk operation. "We go in professional, we stay legal, we document everything."
Stay legal. The words felt almost ironic given that half our operation involved Blake Matthew—currently under federal indictment—and me—who'd violated bail conditions to be here.
"Martinez," I said quietly, pulling her aside while agents checked their gear. "What happens if the facility refuses entry?"
"They can't. Federal wa
