They climbed from the rot of the Foundry to the thin, cold air of the High-Orbit, carrying the truth of Chimera in a shard of broken glass. A jammed slide and a stuttering rifle cut their ascent short in the shadows of the catwalk. They died as they lived: a ghost in the machine, fighting to expose a conspiracy that wanted them silenced. The data remains, but the hand that held the key has finally gone still.