Cole found the gate Delta by morning.
The Delta's name was Fen. He had been with the compound for three years — not a long tenure, but long enough to have been trusted with the northern gate rotation. Cole pulled his assignment history, his financial records, his communication logs, and the specific pattern of his gate shifts over the last month.
He brought it to the study.
Darius looked at it for forty seconds.
"Who recruited him?" he said.
"Riven's network," Cole said. "The southwestern pack that submitted the delegation request — the one that needed direct response. It was a cover." He held Darius's gaze. "The request gave them a reason to have someone inside the compound for the processing period. Fen was the contact." He paused. "Fen didn't open the letter. He just passed it thro
