The Pleasure Directive
Aria said, “is Siren rot. Every code, node map, asset list we’ve stolen. If your heart stops, I dump it into dead drops and one loud leak. Someone—the wrong someone, the right someone—will use it.”
“Rafe,” Lys murmured.
“Among others,” Aria said. “Folder two: anonymous leads. Enough on Elara’s shell companies and pet labs to point knives at her instead of Kael. Our little posthumous nudge.”
“And three?” Lys asked.
“If you walk away,” Aria said, “it’s your hit list. Assets still in chains. Facilities worth cracking. If you don’t, I roll it into mine and scatter it with the rest.”
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