[SERA — POV]
The Warden's Flame building at midnight had exactly three points of reduced staffing: the east corridor near the intelligence wing, the external patrol exchange at the quarter-hour, and the duty officer's rotation gap between 0:15 and 0:30. She knew this because she had been living in this building for twelve years.
She texted Mira from a block away: Where are you.
Mira's reply: Office. Tell me what you need.
Pellier. Intelligence officer. He's connected to everything. I need him removed from the communication system before morning briefing. Quietly.
A long pause.
Define quietly.
No violence if possible. Compromised, contained, off the network. If we can get him away from his system access before he has a chance to send anything—
I need ten minutes. Meet me at the inte
