Everything points one way: City Hall. Jack pries open a folder labeled like a joke and finds the real language of power—“intake,” “processing,” “visibility stipends,” and a civic “Reclamation Program” designed to move people like freight. Names line up beside roles; nights and gates match the transfers. With proof on the wire and a council chamber he refuses to let script him, Jack makes the city hear itself. The contractors are ready. The room is wired. The stream light is red. And the woman who believed in saying names aloud is still doing it. The Last Retaliation is a hard, final swing at a machine that turns neighborhoods into ledgers—and the earned end of a story about what justice costs and what it leaves behind. Expose the program. Say the names. Make the city listen.