"A week ago…" Brittany started, then stopped herself. Her brow creased. "No. Further back than that."
She looked at Trisha, who gave a small nod.
"Eight days ago," Brittany said, "a representative from New Dawn contacted our guild leadership with an offer to coordinate against Valhalla's Sinners."
In the command room, three phones started buzzing at the same time.
Not the priority alert tone from before. These were direct calls, personal lines, the kind that only rang when someone on the other end already had your number and a reason to use it. Henrik glanced at the screen. His face went tight.
"New Dawn is calling…"
"Don't answer," Maeve said without looking away from the video. Her fists were balled and trembling.
The ringing continued.
