Nanshan warehouse, ten p.m. Rusted fencing, dead neon. Mei Lin unlocked a side door. Inside, a nanolithography line identical to the seventy fourth floor was running at full capacity, masked operators, cathedral silence.

Agent Kom stepped up to a wafer rack. Fresh label, dated last week. He scanned the compilation code with his encrypted phone. The SHA fingerprint appeared. He recognised it instantly: identical to the one in the KOSCHEI file, a private Zurich laboratory.

"The logs handed to CSATA say this site has been closed for eighteen months," he murmured.

Mei Lin lowered her eyes. "I signed a consulting contract with Zurich four months ago. I never met the true shareholder."

His phone vibrated. Nadia, Kotto, quantum channel. The Zurich lab was a registered subsidiary of the Meridian Foundation.

Warehouse roof, cold wind off the bay. Kom pulled a thermos from his bag, poured two cups of steaming Choco Kom. He handed one to Mei Lin. Steam rose, warm against the freezing metal of the ledge.

"Mei Lin, Meridian don cross the ocean, e follow us reach China. This fight never finish."

She drank slowly, her eyes on his. Then, without a word, she reached to her chignon, drew out a magnetic key thin as a blade, and laid it between them on the ledge.

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