POV: Callum Brennan and Crew
Location: Safe House War Council
Time: Next Day
CALLUM
We're gathered in Silas's warehouse. War council. Seven of us planning how to survive impossible odds.
Me, Isla, Valentina, Sibyl, Tom, Silas, and Bill Bolter. Representing different factions. Different skills. Different perspectives.
"We can't win militarily," I begin. "Parliament's got resources, training, numbers. Direct fight is suicide. So we don't fight directly. We fight politically."
"Explain," Bill says. He's skeptical. Still deciding if this is worthwhile investment.
"Parliament wants quiet extermination. Make us disappear. No witnesses. No evidence. No political cost." I lay out Silas's files. "We make it loud. Public. Costly. Force them to either back down or expose themselves."
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