"Bank executives panic as their master terminals display a total system lockout initiated by an unknown high-level administrative override."
The faint hum of the server racks inside the underground safehouse vibrated through the concrete floors, creating an ambient pulse that matched the tension in the room.
"Look at the regional terminals, boss," Jax reported, stepping away from the primary tactical monitor and turning to face Rafael. "The bank administrators are completely frozen out."
Rafael stood motionless beside the main steel workbench, his silver eyes reflecting the cold amber light of the glowing network status boards.
"They spent decades locking others out of their fortunes," Rafael remarked quietly, his baritone voice steady and completely devoid of warmth. "It is only
