The two kitchen tables inside Villa 4 were completely buried.
Nyx had been arranging the layout since the sixth hour. She had meticulously organized thirty-one archive documents, Isole's twelve pages of cross-references, and three hand-drawn coordinate maps. A single piece of folded parchment sat isolated at the far left corner of the table, placed exactly where she could reach it without having to look.
When the rest of the squad arrived, Nyx stepped back and let them absorb the surface layer first. They had all watched her carry the weight of these secrets since September. Nobody rushed her.
