They assembled the strike team in a secure chamber, lawyers, cyber experts, two board members, and a skeletal security crew.Sloane monitored legal exposure. Morgan handled logistics. Ray and Evelyn, now more stable, her face real but scarred by the code, sat at the center like a calm before a storm.Evelyn’s fingers hovered over a terminal. “We have three entry points,” she said. “Ross shell companies, offshore repositories, and the personal accounts tied to key family members. We seed Daniela’s AI into their ledgers as a cleaning agent.”“You call it cleansing.” Morgan’s tone was skeptical.“We call it targeted disclosure,” Sloane corrected. “A coordinated release of evidence. If executed cleanly, the Ross empire collapses under its own weight.”Ray leaned forward. “And we ensure the damage doesn’t spread to innocent partners?”Evelyn nodded. “We build a quarantine protocol, tags that restrict collateral flow. It’s surgical.”“And if she goes rogue?” Morgan asked again.“Then we iso