“Run it again,” Liora said, voice clipped. “Every thread, every ledger, every name that smells like The Harrow.”Bram sat across the operations table, flicking through the projection screens with fast, deliberate swipes. “Already ahead of you. Their contacts inside City Hall are rerouting freight permits through shell NGOs. Clean on paper. Dirty underneath.”“How dirty?”“‘Fundraiser-for-schools’ dirty. They’re washing through children’s hospitals.”Liora’s jaw locked. “Of course they are.”Varian’s voice came through the comm—gravelly, restrained. “Don’t take this personally, Liora.”She pressed her earpiece harder, eyes narrowing. “They put bombs under school buses, Varian. I’ll take that personally.”“You take everything personally,” he said, quiet, and she could hear the thin edge of a smile.“Keep it up,” she said. “I’ll take that personally too.”Bram exhaled loudly. “Can we please focus before you two start flirting through encrypted channels again?”Liora shot him a look. “Foc
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