LUNA BETTY
The third call was to the Western Archive’s records department.
Betty had established a quiet working relationship with the archivist there months ago — not formal alliance, not political arrangement, but something more subtle: mutual usefulness. The archivist liked patterns. Betty liked consequences. Together, they had found a rhythm.
The archivist answered after a brief delay.
“You’re going to ask me about precedent continuity,” she said.
“I already am,” Betty replied.
A soft hum of acknowledgment.
“I found something interesting,” the archivist said.
That phrase, in their shared language, meant more than curiosity. It meant disruption.
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