He looked directly at the operations supervisor.
“Identify the terminal and the credentials used,” Marcus demanded softly.
His voice did not carry anger, only an irrefutable authority. He had built safety protocols across three continents; rogue access was intolerable.
The officer, whose badge identified him as Vance Campbell, held the tablet closer.
The blue glow highlighted the tight lines of his jaw.
He scrolled down through three encrypted audit logs.
“The override originated inside our corporate terminal at Heathrow,” Vance said. “It bypassed standard ground ticketing entirely. The login was entered via an executive credential registered under Fleet Logistics.”
Elizabeth Hart touched the collar of her scarf.
Her breath caught in her throat.
She had worked transatlantic routes for twelve years, and Fleet Logistics never touched passenger manifests without high-level clearance.
“Fleet Logistics only manages aircraft assignments,” Elizabeth noted quietly. “They handle heavy routing, fuel allocation, and maintenance rotations. They have no operational reason to alter passenger seat reservations.”
