The old man received the news while standing near the window.
For a moment, he thought Idris had misunderstood the report. Then Sella entered with a second call already open on her phone, and Brant came in behind her with blood on his sleeve that was not his.
"Again," the old man said.
Idris lowered his head. "Canal facility. Three of ours hit a police net. One was shot, two were taken alive. The south team also pulled out. Police were waiting there too."
The old man's face tightened.
"How?"
"Police," Sella said. "Frontier Force too. This was not George's private security. The state moved."
That answer made the room colder.
The old man turned fully toward them. "Frontier Force?"
"Yes," Sella said. "They called it an anti-smuggling check, but they were waiting in the right place."
Brant cursed under his breath. "So they can move Frontier units too?"
No one answered quickly.
