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Then Finn’s screen flickered.

He looked at the photo on his desk—his son, Lars, eight years old, missing two front teeth, holding a paper boat he’d folded himself. “Vaarbewijs4all,” Lars had written on the side. “Daddy’s boat school.” Vaarbewijs4all

His phone buzzed. Unknown number.

“Who is this?”

“I can’t do this, Finn. My hands are shaking,” the CEO whispered through the encrypted channel. Then Finn’s screen flickered

“Mr. de Vries. Your little fleet of ghost candidates is about to run aground. I’m not from the CBR. I’m from the people Van der Heijden’s trucks are carrying. The ones not listed on any manifest. Turn off your mic. Let him fail. And we forget this conversation happened.” “Daddy’s boat school

“You’re not here to sail, meneer. You’re here to point at a screen. I’m the captain. You’re the autopilot.”