I did three things in the span of one minute. I forwarded the audio through multiple secure channels to allies who could corroborate signal traces. I locked down the compound into defensive posture, and I told Ash to prepare the team for a covert insertion, no signatures, no official blessing.
I would not be baited into a public spectacle. I would not hand myself over to the men who call genocide policy. It became clear, more agonizingly than ever, that I was up against a root system of evil that had spread beyond one country's conscience.
To stop it, I needed not just proof, but momentum. Public exposure that couldn't be repressed, international pressure that could not be bought, survivors whose testimonies would be impossible to erase.
