The first leak went live at 6:00 a.m.
Not on the major news networks.
Not through official channels.
Ifizi released it through community feeds, encrypted boards, and independent journalists who still remembered what the Brotherhood had done to their families.
A clean file.
No exaggeration.
No edits.
Just evidence.
Architect communications. Funding trails. Notes about “behavioral compliance through fear saturation.” Early proposals for city-wide monitoring under the excuse of safety.
Mark watched the uploads spread across screens in The Basement.
Devon stood behind him, arms folded.
“You’re sure about this?” Devon asked quietly.
Mark nodded.
“They deserve to see it.”
Ifizi tapped a key.
“And they deserve to see the connection.”
She brought up a second document—contracts sign
