Alvaro's POV 

 I haven't slept in thirty-six hours.

 My laptop screen burns my eyes, but I keep scrolling through records, cross-referencing data, building profiles. Coffee cups litter the table around me, evidence of how long I've been at this.

 If the facility wants war, they're going to get it. But we're not going in blind.

 "You need to sleep," Luciano says from the kitchen. It's 4 AM, and he's making breakfast because apparently none of us are sleeping anymore.

 "I need to finish this." I pull up another file. "Three more faculty members with suspicious backgrounds. Two grad students who appeared out of nowhere. And a maintenance worker who has...