Rex’s global broadcast had achieved: silence was replaced by panic. The airwaves were thick with encrypted communications, and Julian’s former partners—the silent powers—were reeling. They couldn't believe their money was suddenly locked down by a ghost.
Rex sat in Julian’s office, the city lights reflecting in the glass. He had a secure, old-fashioned telephone on his desk.
Ghost was running diagnostics on the newly acquired network, trying to filter out the noise and find the first serious threat.
"The attacks aren't coming from outside, Rex," Ghost noted. "They're trying to breach the firewall on the financial systems. They want their money."
"They won't break it," Rex assured him. "Julian built that firewall to survive a nuclear winter. They're just making noise."
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