Two months after the first clones had begun their infiltration, Ethan's private study had transformed into something that would have made the Continental Intelligence Council weep with envy.
Maps covered every wall, marked with colored pins that tracked the movement of resources, people, and information across the continent.
Communication crystals hummed quietly on every surface, each one connected to a different clone operating under deep cover within the major family structures.
The morning intelligence briefing had become Ethan's favorite part of each day—not because he enjoyed the intrigue, but because the sheer scope of what his network was uncovering painted continental politics in colors he'd never imagined possible.
"Daily report, Master Ethan," came the voice through the primary coordination crystal, the words spoken by Clone Administrator-One, who managed the network's intelligence flow from a hidden facility disguised as a cartographer's workshop three cities away.
