The emergency session started ten minutes late, which Hunter had learned over the past several weeks was never a good sign. Panel members filed in with folders under their arms, avoiding eye contact with each other in a way that suggested disagreement had already started somewhere before anyone reached the room.
Ren sat beside Hunter at the small table reserved for filing parties, his laptop open, a printed brief from Sable already highlighted in three colors. "Whatever happens today," Ren said quietly, "don't react visibly to anything. Let me handle the responses."
"I know," Hunter said.
The chair called the session to order and got straight to the point, no preamble beyond a brief acknowledgment of the footage that had prompted the meeting. "We've all seen the video from last night's
