The Storm Breaks

Caleb didn't go straight back to the club. That would be suicide. Elias would already be suspicious, and if he was smart, he'd have people watching every known contact Caleb had. Instead, he doubled back, cutting through alleys and shifting into a crowd heading toward the market district. The weight of the drive in his pocket felt heavier with each step. He had what he needed, but information was only power if you lived long enough to use it. He needed to think, needed an edge. He needed Lyra.

He reached a side entrance of a quiet café, a place she used for meetings that weren't meant to be traced. The inside smelled like old coffee and data servers running too hot. Lyra was already waiting, one leg crossed over the other, her tablet resting on the table in front of her. She didn't look up when he sat down. "You either have something or you're already dead."

Caleb pulled the drive from his pocket and set it on the table. "Elias."

Now she looked at him. "That's not a guess?"

Caleb shook his head. "Proof. He's been moving time credits for months, setting up his own network. He's not just skimming. He's building something."

Lyra picked up the drive, turning it over between her fingers. "And now he knows someone is onto him."

Caleb leaned forward. "That's why I don't have time. I need you to get me in front of Dante now. Before Elias has a chance to spin his own story."

Lyra sighed, tapping the drive against the table. "You really know how to make my life difficult."

Caleb didn't reply. They both knew the window was closing fast. Finally, she pocketed the drive and stood.