" Break it down," he said. " Reverse engineer it. We need to figure out how and when they originally started manufacturing this."

His heart was beating at an incredible pace. He could feel the world at his fingertips.

Manufacturing biological weapons was a Class X.S1 offense. If Sector 05 had been doing so, there was a high possibility it would be dissolved, split between 04 and 06 with its officials barred from political and military service. Every enemy he'd accumulated gone in one fell swoop. He had no doubt that even if 01-10 had supported it, there were still sixty other sectors to outvote them, to elect to hold a trial and then judge them accordingly.

He just had to make it through sending the Lyena home. Then he'd win.

" As you wish, Commodore General," Noctis said to him, though he was not paying attention. He was calculating. Every piece needed to be in place.

The cataclysm of information swirled about his head. It was fascinating. So fascinating. Everything had come together perfectly.

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