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Anik’s face hardened. “How many?”

“We don’t know the full number.”

Anik folded his arms. “How many can you substantiate?”

“Enough to prove a pattern.”

She pulled the portable evidence module from the secured tray beside her.

The guard moved immediately.

Anik raised one hand.

The guard stopped.

Talia inserted the module into the isolated display, and the screen populated with rows of dates, warrior identifiers, human compatibility histories, and sample transfers.

Anik stepped closer.

His eyes moved rapidly across the data.

Talia pointed to the first record. “This one was a deceased warrior whose compatibility history changed after death.”

She moved to another. “This woman’s match was reassigned after the original became unavailable.”

Then another. “And this sample was moved through a storage chain that doesn’t match the originating lab.”

Anik said nothing.

She kept going.

“Some numbers climbed. Others dropped. A few were deleted outright.”

His eyes tracked the changes. “So this is not simple suppression.”

“No. That was one of the first things we ruled out.” Talia shifted to another record. “The direction changes depending on the subject.”

Anik looked at her. “You believe someone is steering outcomes.”

“That’s where the data points.”

The blue beneath his skin brightened. “Toward what?”

“We don’t know yet.”

I answered this time. “Bloodlines appear relevant.”

Anik’s attention shifted to me. “Relevant how?”

“The pattern is clearest where records intersect with military bloodlines, structured inheritances, and reproductive assignments linked to families of political influence.”

His face went cold. “Be precise.”

“We cannot yet prove motive,” I said. “We can prove selective alteration.”

Anik looked back at the screen. “Who accessed the system?”

“Multiple departments,” Talia answered. “Which is part of the problem.”