The bright white light of the medical suite suddenly felt like an interrogation lamp.
Marcus's words hung in the sterile air, heavy and suffocating. The codes were generated from the master terminal in your private office.
Julian Thorne did not move. He kept his arms wrapped securely around Maya, one large hand gently cradling the back of his newborn son's head. His ice-blue eyes locked onto his head of security.
Shut the tower down, Julian commanded, his voice dropping to a register so low it vibrated in Maya's chest. No one enters. No one leaves. Disconnect the primary servers from the external grid immediately. We are flying blind until I find out who is inside my house.
Marcus nodded sharply. Yes, sir. Team Three is bringing the children to you now.
Marcus stepped out, the heavy s
