ELENA POV
Adrien delivered on his promises.
Within 48 hours, his team had decoded the file we'd given him. Not just decoded, analyzed, cross-referenced, and presented in a format that actually made sense.
It was a financial record showing money flowing from one of Brighton's shell companies to a weapons manufacturer in Belarus. Dated three months before the Riverside explosion.
"This is just one transaction," Adrien had explained when he showed us the results. "But if this pattern holds across the other files, we're looking at dozens of illegal weapons sales. Maybe hundreds."
From there, things moved quickly.
Adrien arranged for us to move out of the clinic's cramped room into a secure apartment in a quiet neighborhood. Two bedrooms, proper security, and most importantly space to breathe.
He hired bodyguards. Vetted them personally. Made sure we knew their backgrounds, their training, their protocols.
