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They moved. The heavy iron gate of the Brig transfer facility clicked shut behind them, the sound a dull, flat strike of metal on concrete that was absorbed immediately by the vast, open hum of the station yard. The two Keeper assets had backed their utility vehicle out of the paved lane before the gate finished closing — the specific, efficient withdrawal of people who had received a result they hadn't been prepared for and were doing the sensible thing with it, which was leaving before the situation produced additional results they hadn't prepared for either. Elena didn't look back at the empty driveway. Her eyes tracked the wide concrete sweep of the passenger platforms stretching beneath the main terminal's arched steel roof. A dense, moving mass of winter coats and rolling luggage and the sharp, clean glare of high-altitude light reflecting off wet granite tiles. A Tuesday afternoon in a Swiss transfer hub conducting its business without reference to anything that had happened

The Strasbourg terminal was large and ordinary and full of people going somewhere else. Elena stood on platform nine and let the crowd move around her for a moment — the specific, dense current of Tuesday afternoon commuters, their winter coats and rolling luggage and the particular, indifferent energy of people whose Tuesday had been a Tuesday and who were now going home. Nobody was watching the arriving Mulhouse service with any particular attention. Nobody was positioned near the iron pillars in the specific, waiting stillness of someone who had been told to watch and wait. The platform was simply a platform. She noticed the absence of threat the way she'd learned to notice everything since the integration dropped — directly, without translation, the thing itself arriving at her attention. No assets. No optical scanners. No utility vehicles at the trackside access. The Keeper's operational infrastructure had been built around Swiss institutional channels and Swiss jurisdictiona