[Celestial Academy — Administrative Wing — 1:23 AM]
The report arrived while Agustín was still awake.
He was always awake at this hour.
Sixty‑four years of work had reconfigured his sleep into something that occurred in brief intervals between periods of actual productivity.
The body learned what the work required.
His escort entered without knocking — they had instructions not to knock when the information was urgent.
"The north building," the man said. "A group. They entered at 1:05 and left at 1:12."
"How many?"
"Five. Plus the tracker who stayed on the outer perimeter."
"Did you document them?"
"Yes, Father."
Agustín extended his hand.
The escort deposited the record — physical description of each figure, exact times, movements inside the building according to what he had been able to observe from the northeast angle of the courtyard.
Agustín read it.
Before reaching the second paragraph, he already knew.
"Carter."
