A single authorization log, buried deep within the back-end logistics system,
illuminated the screen.
[Emergency Tier-Alpha Medical Transit.]
"This is an impromptu, top-tier medical transit protocol. It was routed straight through The Emerald Transit Protocol."
"It bypassed all standard cargo inspections and completely skipped the registration process."
"As for the specific details of the cargo..." He swallowed hard. "The logs are completely blank."
After delivering the report, Toby lowered his head even further.
The temperature in the control room seemed to plummet instantly.
The surrounding technicians instinctively lightened their touch on their keyboards, desperate to make as little noise as possible.
No registration. No consigner.
Not even an intake number.
Yet, somehow, a massive bio-transfer pod had brazenly appeared on Project Zero- Transit without anyone noticing.
Worse, it had utilized the absolute highest tier of internal transit clearance.
Everyone in the room knew exactly what that meant.
This wasn't just a glitch in the ship's auction system producing a phantom lot.
Someone had sidestepped every security measure on Project Zero-Transit, exploited their most restricted medical channels, and silently smuggled a living bio- weapon onto their ship!
And the crew of Project Zero-Transit had been completely oblivious from start to finish.
If that wasn't sheer exploitation, what was?
To put it bluntly, someone was treating Project Zero-Transit like their own personal smuggling vessel.
Loading whatever they wanted.
Moving it whenever they pleased.
Yet the very reason Project Zero-Transit had thrived in international waters for years...
Was its ironclad rules, strict neutrality, and absolute control over everything on board.
Any faction that set foot on the ship had to play by their rules.
Even long-standing clients were granted no exceptions.
But now, someone had smuggled highly dangerous biological specimen into the cargo hold,. completely bypassing the ship authority.
And the crew only found out when the damn thing was paraded onto the auction stage for the entire world to see.
The untouchable authority Project Zero-Transit had built over the years was being trampled right in front of their buyers.
In the shadows, the motionless figure finally tilted his head up, his gaze locking onto the massive screen.
-A.W.S-14.
That single designation caused The Commodore's eyes to darken.
A long moment passed before the synthesized, androgynous voice spoke again, noticeably colder this time that code format is identical to Obsidian Sun's previous specimens."
The technicians blanched in unison.
Right, Obsidian Sun...
Wasn't A.W.S the exact prefix Obsidian Sun used for their assets?
Especially the one currently sitting in the medical quarantine block-Specimen Seven!
Not to mention the other specialized
experimental subjects that had been
legitimately processed and
transported to Whitecliffe Harbor in the past.
All of those had come from Obsidian Sun.
The identical serial structure, the same life-support architecture.
And now, this heavily augmented body right in front of them.
The connection between Specimen Fourteen and Obsidian Sun was undeniable.
Toby immediately hammered at his keyboard, pulling up every piece of data from their current transport contract with Obsidian Sun.
After a quick scan, he whipped his head toward the dark corner. "Commodore, this..."