Dane calls once. His voice is lower than usual, stripped of jokes, the voice of a man who has decided friendship is a liability he can no longer afford to perform. "They're burning the route," he says. No preamble, no "listen to me," just the flat fact, dropped like a forecast for a storm you're already standing in. "Blackridge is collapsing and the Feds are getting involved. Mango's covering his tracks with a decoy." A pause, letting the silence carry the weight. "He's feeding them your staging IPs, Julian. They'll have your address inside an hour." In a Cybercrime-as-a-Service model you were never a partner. You were a crumple zone, built to absorb the impact of a crash. "If anyone asks, you never knew me." The line dies, not with a cinematic click but with the cheap digital silence of a phone pretending endings are clean. --- **Later, in your apartment...** You stand with the dead air against your ear and understand, with something close to relief, that you have crossed from useful to expendable. You have minutes before they reach your door. [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Destroy The Evidence|Start magnetically wiping your hard drives]] --- [[Cybercrime/The_Phisherman/Pack A Bag And Run|Grab your go-bag and prepare to flee the country]]