Chapter 49. Operation Ophelia

Lucien’s finger hovered over the touchscreen—then tapped.

Across HQ, in the surveillance tier, a sensor grid flickered red.

At that exact moment, Harper’s elevator slid open two floors above. She didn’t know it yet, but OPHELIA had just blinked.

Inside the IDS Control Hub, Tier‑3 surveillance monitors glowed. Lucien was already visible on screen—paced movements, a calm that looked practiced. Harper narrowed her eyes.

“He knows,” she said softly.

Knox gave a slow nod. “And he’s still walking in.”

They watched him hover near a laptop and a wall-mounted touchscreen. His posture was neither aggressive nor deferential—an orchestrator in disguise. But Harper had walked through too many betrayals to be disarmed by body language.

“Let him trip the crawler net. If he hits a ghost key, we’ll know.”

Harper’s nails grazed the edge of the screen. She wasn’t watching the footage anymore. She was watching for a fracture in the pattern.

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