Page 423 of Black Reign

Glinchesvsky reaches for the false transfer route.

Not directly.

Through three systems.

Then five.

Old intelligence tradecraft translated into digital movement.

Layers.

Cutouts.

Nothing touching the target until the final step.

I follow.

Not attacking.

Watching.

Xavier quietly relays instructions to his security team.

Not Blackwell Senior's team.

His.

Glinchesvsky checks the transport manifest.

Then the receiving site.

Then—a request goes out. Physical surveillance. Someone is moving.

Xavier gets a message.

He reads it.

His eyes lift.

“Glinchesvsky just left his residence.”

Senior goes still.

“Where is he going?”

Xavier looks at me.

I know before he answers.

“To the false transfer.”

Silence.

There.

Proof.

Not enough for court.