The DN Tech command center never truly slept. Its servers breathed like a living organism, the hum of data streams weaving a quiet symphony beneath the dim blue glow. The hour was late — the kind of silence that demanded vigilance rather than rest.

Pablo stood before the central console, headset pressed tight, eyes scanning a cascade of code and maps. A faint furrow creased his brow.

“She’s moving,” he said into the comm. “Marites just triggered an outbound transfer using Navarro ...