The infiltration happens on the fifty-eighth day of the review period.
Not a perimeter breach. Not a tunnel approach. Something more refined: three hunters inside the council chamber itself, during a formal session, using the human-side staff access that the compound's administrative wing connects to.
They had keys.
Someone gave them keys — and names. The second had been cycling through the compound's human-side catering rotation for two days, using documentation that matched the administrative contractor records exactly. Someone inside had built him a clean identity. The first came through the service corridor that every formal session leaves unlocked for water and projector bulbs, which means someone told him which door, which session, which window in the guard rotation.
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