A woman walks into the Bihać processing hall at dawn, sets a sealed diplomatic pouch on the desk, and spends four words. There are eleven left. Then she stops talking, and for three days she does not start again.

Inside the pouch are fourteen names on Mariner Dome family-line letterhead. Three of them carry a red flag: families eleven years deep into a protection that only worked while nobody wrote them down. Fourteen on the page. Eleven in her mouth. The gap between those two numbers is three names she decided not to say out loud.

Amsa is the Belt mechanic who reads hardware and people the same way, and she was only in the building to look at door seals. But the wax on that pouch was pressed by a hand trained on the floor where she was trained, at an angle she knows in her own hands. She takes the smuggling routes across a continent. Kvor takes the family architecture from the other side of a hundred million kilometers. Two families go into the ground before they can close the distance.

Because the count was never a count. It was a warning. The man working down that list is already inside the families, credentialed and clean on paper, and he has been waiting to see who the cohort would send after him.

Forty-eight hours. Fourteen names. Eleven left, and the clock is the wrong kind of fast.

Eleven Names — Book 4 of the Amsa Logs. Releases October 1, 2026.

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