By the time the vault sealed itself behind us, the sun had risen, and with it came a storm neither of us could fully anticipate.
Dominic’s study—normally pristine—was in disarray. Papers were scattered across the floor, multiple monitors flickered with satellite feeds, code scripts, and digital schematics. It wasn’t a study anymore.
It was a war room.
Dominic barked orders through a secure comms device clipped to his ear. “Sweep the southeast perimeter. Trevor had a five-minute head start—no more. Intercept anyone matching his profile. Use dead routes only. Assume he’s monitoring the public grid.”
A voice crackled back. “Yes, sir. Activating infrared trails and drones.”
Dominic threw a switch, and the windows blackened, turning the room into a shadowy fortress. He turned to me. “He’s
