Amber tapped the console inside the echo chamber—one of Blackfang Keep's oldest comm towers, now repurposed for something far more dangerous.
“We're live," she said. “The frequency's embedded. Any transmission the Alliance sends through this relay will bounce back with a passive recorder loop. No one will notice."
Raven stood behind her, arms crossed. “You're sure they won't detect it?"
“The signal rides on my pacifier code. To them, it looks like a routine neural dampener test."
He smirked. “I like watching you break their toys."
She gave a tired smile. “I don't want revenge, Raven. I want exposure. The truth should speak louder than my whistle."
Raven stepped beside her, watching the waveform scroll. “You still believe in truth?"
She glanced up. “Don't you?"
“…I believe in you."
