They chose at 08:03.
Not loudly.
Not theatrically.
They simply updated one line in the morning feed.
STATUS REVISION — PROVISIONAL SUSPENSION
SUBJECT: JIRO TANAKA — CLASS B
REASON: TRUST SCORE BELOW STABILITY THRESHOLD
ACTION: TEMPORARY RELOCATION
Temporary.
Again.
But this time it didn't look like a spacing violation or a conversation cluster.
It looked personal.
Jiro.
The same boy who had slid a protein bar across Dreyden's table two mornings ago.
The same boy who had traded time instead of merits.
Oversight hadn't targeted the loud.
They'd targeted the quiet.
Smart.
Lucas saw it first.
His interface flashed while he was midway through a drill sequence. He didn't break form. Didn't pause his footwork.
He finished the set.
Then stepped back.
"They moved," he muttered.
Zagan's voice cut in low and thin.
Precision strike.
Lucas closed the window.
He didn't look at Dreyden right away.
Because if he did, it would look like coordination.
