Three weeks later, the alpine blizzard had been replaced by the blinding, golden heat of the Mediterranean.
Inside the sleek, open-air terrace of a private villa overlooking the harbor of Valletta, Malta, the atmosphere was entirely tranquil. There were no flashing warning codes, no tactical throat-mics, and no military-spec encryption servers. The only sound was the distant, rhythmic crashing of the waves against the limestone cliffs below.
I sat at a low teak table, a glass of chilled white wine resting beside a single, unencrypted administrative ledger. Tunde’s voice drifted through the villa’s internal audio link from the Lagos headquarters, clear and entirely unburdened.
"The European logistics cooperatives just finalized the consolidation treaty, Sarah. The AM-MEMENTO assets were
