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"What happens to the network now?" Mira asked, the former prosecutor's legal mind already considering implications.

Reagan glanced at Eve before continuing. "That decision belongs to all of you. The immunity offer provides protection, but requires fundamental transformation."

"Some of us have been operating underground for years," Ingrid noted. "Our professional licenses have been revoked, our identities effectively erased. What happens to us in this new arrangement?"

"The confidential witness provision includes potential for professional reinstatement with appropriate protections," Eve explained. "Case by case, but with federal backing."

Silence fell as the women processed these possibilities. For some—doctors, lawyers, officers—this represented potential return to careers that corruption had stolen from them. For others, the underground network had become their primary identity.

"We built something necessary," Elena said finally. "A response to systematic failure. If the system is reforming genuinely, perhaps our methods should evolve accordingly."

"Not all problems are solved," Sophia countered. "Women continue to be vulnerable without advocacy. Official channels remain bureaucratic and often ineffective."

"Then perhaps we transition rather than dissolve," Reagan suggested, wincing slightly as she shifted position. "From an underground operation to legitimate advocacy."

The discussion continued, perspectives emerging from women with varied experiences of system failure. Some advocated continuing covert operations under more limited parameters. Others saw opportunity in legitimacy protected by federal oversight. The division wasn't hostile, but represented genuine philosophical differences about the path forward.

Throughout, Eve watched Reagan navigate the conflicting viewpoints with remarkable skill despite her weakened state. She recognized what others might miss: Reagan was offering these women genuine choice in their future, having successfully completed the vengeance mission that had driven her for a decade.

Finally, Dr. Hammond interrupted on medical grounds, insisting Reagan return to bed. The discussion paused with general agreement to continue after analyzing the immunity proposal in greater detail.

Eve helped Reagan return to the bedroom, noting the fine tremors in her muscles from overexertion. "You're pushing too hard," she observed, helping Reagan ease back onto the bed.

"They need leadership during this evolution."

"They need you alive and recovered," Eve countered, administering the pain medication Reagan had undoubtedly been refusing.

As the medication took effect, Reagan's rigid control softened slightly. "You didn't offer your opinion during the discussion," she noted. "About the immunity proposal. About the network's future."

Eve seated herself beside the bed. "Because I'm still forming it. Six months ago, I would have insisted on full prosecution regardless of motive or outcome. Three months ago, I was hunting you as a vigilante killer. Now I'm negotiating immunity agreements with the same system that tried to kill you and corrupted everything I believed in."

"Quite the philosophical journey, Captain Morgan," Reagan observed, a hint of her old wry humor worming its way through the medication's effect.

"The journey isn't finished," Eve acknowledged. "For either of us."

Reagan's eyes found hers, more vulnerable than Eve had seen since their reunion. "When I started this mission, I never expected to survive completing it. There was no 'after' in my assessment."

"And now?"

"Now I find myself having to consider possibilities beyond vengeance." Reagan's voice softened, the medication lowering her usual guards. "Having to consider what justice looks like in partnership rather than isolation."

Eve took Reagan's hand, careful of the IV line still providing antibiotics. "The immunity offer represents something neither of us anticipated: the system acknowledging its catastrophic failure and offering legitimate reform."

"Can you trust it?" Reagan asked, the question carrying deeper meaning than its surface simplicity suggested. "After everything that happened?"

"Not blindly," Eve acknowledged. "But I think we've earned the right to help shape what comes next." She hesitated before adding, "Together."

Reagan's gaze remained steady despite the medication beginning to cloud her awareness. "Together," she repeated softly, the word carrying weight beyond this conversation, beyond the immunity proposal, beyond the network's uncertain future.

Eve remained beside her as Reagan's eyes finally closed, the exhaustion and medication claiming her consciousness. Outside, the network members continued their discussion about transformation and future purpose. The decision about the immunity proposal would come later, after careful consideration of all implications.

For now, Eve allowed herself the small comfort of Reagan's hand in hers, tangible proof they had both survived to see justice delivered, however imperfectly. Whatever came next—whether federal testimony, network transformation, or paths not yet conceived—they would face it as partners rather than adversaries.

The mission that had consumed a decade of Reagan's life, that had cost her everything including her identity, had finally reached completion. The wounds might never fully heal—physical or otherwise—but they had survived to see justice prevail.

Now came the harder challenge: building something beyond vengeance, beyond the mission that had defined them both in such different ways. Building something that might, eventually, resemble peace.

Two weeks after the immunity proposal, Eve stood before Phoenix Ridge Police Department's temporary headquarters. The administrative building across from the main precinct had been hastily converted following Commissioner Brooks's arrest, symbolizing the department's attempted separation from corrupted leadership.

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