[right. work. Manabu rummages through the bags of stuff, digging out the thumb drive Grey swiped days prior.]

DNA sequencing for animals and people... The lab equipment in that storage shed... The names of benefactors and school staff...

[it's not ironclad, but it's a pretty apparent pile of circumstantial, far-too-coincidental findings. especially considering...] ...And myself. [he grimaces, his attention pivoting to the ache of having kept his tail tied down all this time.]

If I can access an SDF-secured channel somewhere, I can submit it all directly, rather than wait for someone to come out here and find it on the next scheduled train.