Dahlia was in full operational mode. “Who assigned you—a logistics staffer—to oversee such sensitive cargo at the Bio-Waste terminal? Who’s paying you, Corvas? That’s not standard protocol!” I pressed, using an analytical speed that flustered Corvas.
Corvas tried to think. But his eyes remained fixed on the pain in his arm. His logic stalled. “Pressure. Just pressure! A few hours ago… there was a massive E-Token value crash. Cyrus Kael—the regional logistics lead—panicked and ordered us to use an unconventional route, the rat-run around the docks, to expedite the Bio-Waste delivery. I was just following instructions! It was to reduce potential political exposure on the regular routes!”
Kael. My former illegal partner on Titan. He was a stakeholder in the Lazarus Foundation, using Sanctua
