#Chapter 61: Plan of Attack

DEREK The table in front of me was covered in ash-streaked plastic sleeves, each one holding a piece of what was pulled from the oil drum. Burned edges. Charred ink. Some were just scraps. Others still had enough legible text to make your blood run cold. Brock stood beside me, flipping slowly through the documents. “There’s a lot of redundancy,” he muttered. “They printed multiple copies of the same floorplans. Same layouts. Look at this—this is the east wing of the Alliance Summit grounds. Right where the rogue entered before the explosion.” I nodded, jaw tight. I’d seen that map already. I’d gotten a copy from the Alliance Summit organizers along with my packet of Summit information detailing where check-in was, as well as meeting times and locations. But now, pulled from the ash, it told a different story. This wasn’t just planning. This was archiving. “These weren’t just left behind,” I said. “They burned them because the mission was complete.” Brock exhaled, flipp