Ava didn't say anything as they talks. She just reached for the bottle closest to her—some dark, unlabelled liquor that smelled like ethanol and citrus—and poured herself a drink. Something sharp to warm her hands while she listened.
"The Black Grid lines are shifting," he said, tilting his head toward Keel. "South Belt lost three intel runners last week. Either the East is buying loyalty again, or someone's copying mutant core signatures."
Keel nodded once. "We had a mimic system pop in Zone 4. Not logged, not synced, but definitely artificial."
"You want eyes on it?" Rhys asked, cracking his knuckles. "I've got two runners running point."
"I want confirmation." Lucas's voice softened, which only made it more dangerous. "Too many fake syncs floating around. If someone's printing them, we need to know who's funding it."
