They worked together for three days.
By the end of the first morning, Maren's people and Rurik's people were sitting at the same tables, comparing records neither side had ever thought to place beside the other's before.
Crossing logs.
Supply manifests.
Patrol schedules.
Reports of suspicious behavior that had been quietly recorded, separately, for years.
Every rumor that had seemed too minor to matter.
Every unexplained movement.
Every person who had crossed the barricade more often than expected.
The work was slow because the history between them was slow to move. People still hesitated before handing documents across the table. Some refused to look directly at the people sitting opposite them.
But the work continued.
For three days, nobody stopped it.
Ashe spent most of that time watching.
She stood with her arms crossed near the edge of the room, speaking only when someone needed an answer from her.
On the second evening, Isole finally approached.
