He hit to a journalist he’d never dared contact before.

“They told us to delete it. The ignition point was a flare from a private helicopter. Land grabbing, Javier. They’re covering it up. Save this. Send it through OWA Outlook Tragsa — it’s the only system they don’t monitor in real time.”

Subject: "Re: Forest fire containment — Sierra de Gredos"

He grabbed his keys, ran down three flights of stairs, and shoved open the door to B-17 — a dusty storage room no one had entered in years. In the corner, an old Dell server blinked with a single green light.

The message bounced. "Mailbox unavailable."