A full liquidation team has already been dispatched to your exact GPS coordinates, Meira," the automated synthetic voice from her intercepted state communications feed announced coldly through the van's overhead speaker.
The words echoed inside the cramped, metallic confines of the high-tech surveillance van, mingling with the steady, rhythmic hum of server cooling fans and the relentless battering of freezing rain against the vehicle's reinforced exterior. The air inside smelled of warm copper, ozone, stale coffee, and the faint, bitter scent of burnt wiring from over-driven processing units.
Meira sat motionless in her ergonomic chair, her fingers frozen over the mechanical keys of her central terminal. Her skin was ghastly pale under the harsh, flickering luminescence of six diagnos
