She had been there before the briefing reached her.
That was the thing. The evacuation call had gone out through the crystal network and Oh Tae-young had relayed it through the paper chain and by the time it reached Park Ji-yeon she was already in unit 14 with the portable press assembled and 200 freshly printed copies of a document she had been working on all morning.
Not the eleven pages. Something new.
She had spent the last two days compiling it from the Association's public records database — not the organizational chart, which she had covered in her margin annotations. Something more specific. The Harvest readiness percentages for every S-Rank hunter in the country that were calculable from the Association's public capacity registry data.
Not the Founders' private cultivation data. The public registry.
If you knew what threshold to look for — and she had learned what threshold to look for from reading Sang-min's paper carefully three times and cross-referencing it with the capacity increase trajectories in the public database — you could calculate, from publicly available information, which hunters were within 12 months of Ascension.
She had calculated.
She had found forty-three.
Not the thirty-seven on the Founders' private list. Forty-three. Including six that the Founders had not yet flagged as priority — hunters whose capacity had accelerated recently due to a high-intensity Gate clearing season, whose trajectory had moved them closer to the threshold than the Founders' standard assessment cycle had caught up to.
Six people who didn't know they were overdue.
She was printing page 3 of the document when Sang-min's voice came through the building's corridor.
Secondary locations. Everyone. Now.
She looked at the press.
At page 3.
At the 197 copies that still needed to be printed.
She kept printing.
The response team found her on page 11.
She was seated at the kitchen table with the press running and a stack of completed copies to her left and the specific focused attention of someone who had given a piece of information a deadline and was meeting it.
The team leader — the one whose Compliance bar had dropped to 93% reading her annotations in unit 4 — stood in the doorway.
She looked up.
She looked at the six Hardwired Enforcers behind him.
She looked at the scanner in the analyst's hand.
She looked back at the press.
She printed page 12.
"Ma'am," the team leader said. "You need to come with us."
"Am I being detained," she said.
A pause.
"We'd like to ask you some questions," he said.
"Am I being detained," she said again.
Another pause. Longer.
"No," he said.
"Then I'd like to finish what I'm doing," she said. She printed page 13. "I'm a logistics coordinator. I work with time-sensitive documents. I'm on a deadline."
The team leader looked at the press.
At the stack of completed copies.
The analyst scanned the documents. Filed the results. Showed the team leader the screen.
He read it.
His Compliance bar — which had been at 93% — dropped to 91%.
Park Ji-yeon watched it drop.
She printed page 14.
"What is this document," the team leader said.
"Public record," she said. "The Association's capacity registry database is accessible to any registered System user. The Harvest readiness calculation is derivable from publicly available trajectory data." She looked at him. "I'm a logistics coordinator. I work with large datasets. This took two days."
"The Harvest readiness calculation," he said. His voice had changed quality. Not threatening. The specific, careful quality of someone who is parsing words and finding the shape of something larger in them. "You know what the Harvest is."
"I was in the intersection," she said. "On Tuesday."
He was quiet for a moment.
"You should have left with the others," he said.
"Someone needed to finish printing," she said. She printed page 15. "Also — if you arrest me for distributing public record information, that's a story. And I know a lot of logistics coordinators who distribute things."
The team leader looked at her.
At the press.
At the forty-three names on page 1 and the supporting data on pages 2 through 17 and the methodology appendix she had included on pages 18 and 19 because she was thorough.
He looked at the completed stack.
He reached out.
He took one copy.
He put it inside his jacket.
"Finish your document," he said. "Then leave the building."
He turned around.
He walked out.
The six Hardwired Enforcers followed.
The analyst hesitated.
He looked at Park Ji-yeon.
He looked at the press.
He reached out.
He took one copy.
He followed the team leader.
Park Ji-yeon watched them go.
She printed page 16.
She thought about the team leader's Compliance bar at 91%.
She thought about the analyst taking a copy.
She finished the document at page 19.
She printed 6 more copies — the methodology appendix, standalone, for the people who needed to do the calculation themselves.
She packed the press.
She left the building with 200 completed copies and a methodology appendix and the specific, quiet, logistics-coordinator satisfaction of someone who has met a deadline under difficult conditions.
She had a Sector 9 cooperative's address in her coat.
She went there.