The Pentagon's security protocols made Elena's wolf restless. Metal detectors, guards, the weight of bureaucratic power designed to intimidate. She submitted to each screening with practiced calm, her team following her lead through marble corridors that echoed with institutional authority."Deputy Secretary Coleman will meet you in the SCIF," their military escort explained. "Sensitive Compartmented Information Facility. No electronics beyond this point."They surrendered phones, laptops, even smart watches. Elena had anticipated this, their presentation loaded onto air-gapped systems already inside. Trust, but verify…the Pentagon's motto might as well have been Silvermoon's.The SCIF felt like a expensive cage. No windows, walls probably lined with copper mesh to prevent electronic surveillance. The conference table could seat twenty, but only six officials waited, Coleman and five others whose badges suggested acronyms that controlled billions in defence spending."Ms. Cross, welco
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