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He ran it through everything. Search engines, archived intelligence reports, off-grid black ops archives. Nothing useful came up.

Until he added one word: London.

Suddenly, something pinged.

“Holy queen and country,” he murmured. Bellcov wasn’t a place—it was shorthand for Bell Covenant, a disused church turned shelter near Camden Market, where displaced children had sometimes ended up in the early nineties. He’d slept behind its crumbling steps a few times and still remembered its black bell tower, the fire-scorched bricks.

And Firewatch97? One of his databanks pinged again when he added the same term. London.

He gobbled up the info, mentally doing a palm slap when he found the details. It was an off-the-books security program created by MI5 for the protection of sensitive civilian witnesses. Used only in the most politically damning cases, ones that would unravel entire networks if exposed.