The courier thought of the projector's calm blue light, of the way the case had warmed to his touch. He thought of a coastline being rewritten without consent. He thought of Marin's face the moment they separated.
A faint internal hum began; the case warmed, and a tiny projector unfolded like a beetle's wing. A holographic map bloomed above the table: a grid of sea and land, dotted with markers and one pulsing red dot somewhere west of the coast. Alongside, a line of text in smaller type read: TARGET 200-210 — ESTABLISH LINK. a1-f18ac-nfm-200 210
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