Page 167 of The ARC Unit: Breach

“Wait.”

Raven glanced toward me.

I pulled the cold-storage property record closer and found the old facility designation in the municipal archive. Building four had been listed as K-4 on historic equipment diagrams, shorthand for the refrigerated section. The transfer list from Haus Eberhardt carried K4 beside six of the missing women.

My pulse changed.

“Raven. Put the old building plan next to the transfer sheet.”

He did.

K4.

K-4.

The matching code could not prove the destination by itself. The transport account had already given us the same road network, though, and I pointed toward the six entries.

“These women all left Eberhardt in the same block. Their destination is K4. If Cerberus shortened the facility code instead of using an address, this could be where they went.”

Keller leaned toward his camera. “How many?”

“Six on this sheet. Possibly more from other sites.”

Wolf looked toward Raven. “Can you connect the vehicles?”

“Working.”

Keller’s radio sounded offscreen. He turned, listened to someone in German and answered before looking back at us.

“Another van. Same rental group as one from Eberhardt evidence. Plate is different.”

Nobody said anything for a few seconds. The room did not need help understanding what that meant.

Wolf pointed toward the map. “Keep the observation outside the perimeter. Nobody spooks them.”

Keller nodded. “Already told my people.”

“Medical standby?”

“I can stage it once we have authority. Prosecutor will want more than suspicious groceries and one rental company.”

“We’ll get you more,” Raven said.

Keller looked at me. “Mercer, one of the women from Eberhardt gave us two names yesterday. Friends she says were moved with her before she was brought there. If we find them and they will not speak to my officers, I may need you again.”

“Send me the names.”

“I will.”

He ended the call.

The screen returned to the property image.

Wolf remained standing at Raven’s shoulder while the rest of us worked. He did not tell anyone to move faster because he didn’t need to. Hawk left his coffee on the counter and went upstairs for field clothes. Viper reassembled the optic and cleared his end of the table. Bear disappeared toward the garage to check the medical and breaching loadout while Raven started pulling every vehicle associated with the site. I opened the old facility records and worked through them with him.

The building had been designed for trucks, not people. Three loading bays opened into a central distribution floor, with insulated storage rooms along the north side and an office block near the front. The refrigerated section had heavy internal doors and drainage built into the concrete floor. The old plans showed emergency exits, but two had been closed during a renovation years earlier. I kept looking at those rooms and remembering the deadbolts at Haus Eberhardt.

Cerberus did not need to build prisons when businesses had already built rooms meant to keep temperature and sound from moving in or out.