Hearing the collective attention of the buyers snap toward them, Director Kaelen's heart lurched. He stepped forward quickly. "Ladies and gentlemen, the exact details still require thorough verification..."
"Of course they do," Jasper chimed in with a bright, entirely too-innocent tone. "But didn't your men just confirm that his identity checks out, and you found the comms logs to prove it?"
He glanced pointedly at the terminal in Jerrick's hand. "Since you've already verified that this guy belongs to Obsidian Sun, and he's the one who ordered the med-tech mole to wipe the data and evac Specimen Fourteen..."
"Doesn't that pretty much confirm that Specimen Fourteen is deeply tied to Obsidian Sun?"
"You aren't going to tell me that those highly specific orders to delete records and alter vitals were just a wacky coincidence, are you?"
The biting sarcasm effectively choked off whatever excuse Director Kaelen was about to offer.
He desperately wanted to bury the incident.
But the evidence had just been laid out in front of an audience.
If he tried to deny it now, it would only make the buyers believe the administration was actively orchestrating a cover-up.
Guided by Jasper's leading questions, the crowd easily connected the dots. "So the faction that manufactured Specimen Fourteen is Obsidian Sun?!"
The elites who had been endlessly speculating about the creator of Asset 14 suddenly rooted their feet to the floor.
People stopped in their tracks, their eyes locking onto the quarantine unit housing Specimen Fourteen.
Jasper let out a highly exaggerated sigh, clicking his tongue. "Makes sense. I was just wondering why an asset like Fourteen didn't come with a single shred of public manufacturing data."
"If this thing really is tied to Obsidian Sun..." He flashed a meaningful smile. "Then it all adds up perfectly."
Director Kaelen's expression was thunderous. "Mr. Wraith, the administration is still investigating. We have not reached any final conclusions."
Jasper threw his hands up in a gesture of absolute cooperation. "Understood. My lips are sealed."
Director Kaelen gritted his teeth. Did the man even possess a conscience under that mask?
The sheer audacity!

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