“You downloaded it,” she said. “You’re the only one who could’ve.”

As he slipped into the underpass, the HUD flashed one last line: Download complete: Integrity verified. Origin: Unknown. Tag: Red Feline. Priority: Critical.

He pocketed the core, the weight of the file like an extra heartbeat against his ribs. The city swallowed them both, but not without a trace. The Red Feline’s data had already begun to fray the alliances that held the city in place. Within days, leaks would force spectacles of justice—or spectacles of cover-up. Either way, momentum had shifted.