"The assassin squad leader tracks the override signal directly back to Meira’s encrypted personal server terminal."
"We are completely exposed in this sector," Meira muttered under her breath, watching the blinking red tracer lines map a direct path from the underground railway straight to her secret workstation.
The security monitor in front of her flickered violently before locking onto a single localized IP address operating within the heart of the eastern district.
She slammed her palms onto the cold metal desk, her chest heaving as the terrifying realization washed over her senses like freezing water.
"Bisma, they have our exact coordinates," Meira shouted into the open communication mic, her voice cracking with sudden panic. "You need to move out of that apartment right now.
