Priya read Isaac's nine pages twice, then laid beside them the report Halden had filed with Harlow. She said nothing for a full minute. That was how Andre knew it was bad."They are not two versions of one inspection," she said at last. "They are opposites. Same building, same dates, same bays. One says sound. One says structural concerns.""Can we prove which one is real?""Not by looking at them. We need provenance." She counted on her fingers. "When Isaac wrote it. Who held it. Whether Halden's version used his findings or invented its own. And a signed statement from Isaac, in his own words."Isaac came to her office that afternoon, in a clean shirt, holding his cap. He answered every question with the same flat patience he used on compressors. Yes, Mr. Brandt had arranged the inspection. Yes, Brandt Cooling had a standing maintenance agreement with Harlow, so no one had questioned his access. No, he had never seen the report Halden filed."One thing," Priya said. "The folder had

Andre reached the facility in eleven minutes. He ran the last block.Isaac stood in front of bay one with a flashlight, his coat buttoned to the chin. The cold floor glowed blue in the emergency lights, and the temperature board above the door read six degrees and rising."Show me the box," Andre said.It was small and black, the size of a deck of cards, screwed to the wall beside the main power panel. A single green light blinked slowly. A thin wire ran from it to the panel's monitoring port."It is listening to the power," Isaac said. "Or controlling it. I cannot tell which."Do not touch it yet. Fix the bay first."Isaac nodded. He had already found the cause. A relay in bay one's control circuit had been loosened, not broken, just enough to fail under load. It took him twelve minutes to reseat it. The temperature board dropped to four degrees, then two, then held.Imelda Okoro arrived as the last number settled, a heavy bag over her shoulder and a tired scowl on her face."Nobody