They set up in the back room of Osei's community center, maps spread across a table, the burned fragments of Whitfield's files laid out next to Priya's laptop. Elena sat in the corner doing homework Osei had scrounged from an empty classroom, insisting some kind of normal still mattered even now.
"Sector Seven Command," Priya said, typing the phrase into every database she could still access. "It's not showing up in any public military registry. Not city planning either."
"Try cross-referencing it against the district maps from the deployment files," Marcus said, leaning over her shoulder. "If Larkspur and our sector both got hit, there's probably a pattern connecting them."
Priya pulled up the original deployment map, the one showing release points and timestamps across the city. She o
