"Plant at a club's festival dawn," I said. "The clubs have practice that morning — plenty of cover for couriers. Elysia does the launch at the east cistern during the signal volley. The ledger will be discovered by a Velvet Hand runner who counts seals and trusts his route. He will carry it for a day before showing it to a Moonshard contact. Once it's in motion, Tron's spiders will follow the trail. We schedule the Council three days after. Enough time for chaos."
Tron's lips curved. "Perfect. The ledger will act like a lit fuse."
"And Nihil?" Sonia asked. "Your signature trick—how precise do you need it? Do we risk the thaumic counter-forensics people?"
Nihil shrugged, mask-like steel. "It won't be exact, a wrongness small enough that Velvet Hand's own scribes will nod before questioning. If anyone with proper tools searches, they'll find our thumbprints. But the whole point is to make them rush. The rush makes mistakes."
