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ORION The even day arrived the way every other day arrived with dispatches and cold tea and the eastern border refusing to resolve itself overnight. He dealt with the dispatches first. Three responses from allied packs, two of which were useful and one of which was political noise dressed as intelligence. A report from the northern garrison stated that the reinforcements had arrived and were positioned. A brief message from the Covenant archive indicated that his request for historical Moon Goddess intervention records had been received and would be compiled within two weeks.

I didn’t want to talk. I wanted answers. When we reached the safehouse—a shuttered inn disguised as a snowboarding lodge—I went straight to the attic room and plugged in the drive. The screen flickered once, then bloomed with the archive: thousands of documents organized by code names, real names, years, layers of deception so elegantly nested that only a handful of people could have created this architecture. Jeff Ortega was one of them. I opened a folder marked KAIROS/INTEL/MARCH 2031.

I nod, turning my eyes finally away from Flynn but the peeping sound, a sharp buzz against the wood of the antique nightstand from my phone distracts me. I narrow my eyes, trying to get the grasp of the caller ID as I glance at the screen. It is John, Robbert's partner. I answer, my heart, calm and relaxed now. His voice is breathless. “We found it. The file. The one you’ve been chasing for three years. The Bloodmoon archives. It exists.” I sit straighter. My chest tightens. “You’re sure?” “Positive. The file that can bring down and make every corrupt leader pay for their deeds.”

“Then you’ll live long enough to see us stop it.” He smirked. “We’ll see who evolves first.” Phoenix War Room – That Evening Riley stood at the center of the command interface, a digital map of the world glowing around her. “We’ve located three potential Orbis proxy servers,” she explained. “One in Toronto, embedded in a medical research facility. One in Osaka, inside a defunct crypto-mining operation. And one… in Antarctica.” “Antarctica?” Adrian echoed. “There’s nothing there but ice and military listening posts.”

"Will it work?" "No," I said, a grim smile touching my lips. "Because I didn't lock the system with DNA. I locked it with a memory. A password only I would know—the name of the orphanage where I spent my first night in the city. But that’s not what’s important. Julian, look at this." I opened a hidden partition in the server—a file I had been downloading in chunks since the standoff at the estate. It was labeled 'Alps-06-Archive.'

Plumes of black smoke rose from multiple sectors, and the artificial blue sky grid was flickering wildly, revealing patches of the real, dark morning sky above. "The city is waking up," Leo said softly, staring out at the view. "No matter what happens today, things will never go back to the way they were." "Not if we finish this," I replied. We reached the heavy double doors of the private archive. Leo used his bypass tool on the electronic lock, and the doors slid open with a soft hiss. Inside, rows of massive server banks hummed in the dark, bathed in soft blue light. And right in the center of the room stood the express lift, its silver doors reflecting our shadows.

“You handle physical security. List everyone who entered or exited the archive warehouse in the past three months and one more thing, Damien’s access is restricted to the lobby.” “Yes, sir.” Within forty-eight hours, small fragments began to take shape. In the analytics room, the screen displayed colorful fund flow charts. Harper pressed a red dot. “This. A new vendor: Orpheus Logistics. Appeared six months ago, immediately secured a transcontinental shipping contract. Total value is twenty-eight million dollars.” Ravi added, “The office address in the profile is a coworking space with no permanent staff. The IP that uploaded the invoices originates from our internal subnet, not from outside

Smoke from the city’s fires drifted across the horizon. Lena tightened her jacket around the baby. “We can’t keep running forever.” Adrian adjusted his rifle strap. “We don’t have to. There’s one last place we can go — the Northern Archive. Before Erevos fell, it stored every uncorrupted piece of data from their projects. If there’s any truth left about what they did to him, it’s there.” Lena studied his face. “You sound like you’ve been planning this.” “I have,” he admitted. “Ever since the day I left the program. The Archive is where they kept the original codex — the blueprint for all human-enhancement prototypes. Including AL-01.”

‎ ‎For the first time since her abduction, she wasn't facing the darkness alone. ‎ ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎Hours later, Elena made another breakthrough. ‎ ‎A financial archive. ‎ ‎Buried beneath layers of encryption. ‎ ‎Protected by security protocols older than most modern systems. ‎ ‎She finally cracked it. ‎ ‎The contents appeared immediately. ‎ ‎Payments. ‎ ‎Hundreds of them. ‎ ‎Made over decades. ‎ ‎Her eyes widened. ‎ ‎Every payment carried the same recipient. ‎ ‎ORION ‎ ‎Every month. ‎ ‎For years.

“Is this about the weird mark you mentioned earlier? The one which showed up on your skin after you shifted?” “No, it’s not.” I replied. “Just something I really need to figure out soon.” Roxanne nodded. “If you can make your way into the pack’s physical archive, you might probably find answers there.” There it was, the light at the end of the dark tunnel. “Where is this place we’re talking about?” Roxanne chuckled. “I doubt you’ll have access to it without help.” She confirmed my fears before I voiced them. Every pack had that archive or library which holds the pack’s historical tales and secrets. We had one in Bisclaveret too which I frequented with my father when my reputation as the Beta