CONNOR
“I thought you were like boy genius or some shit.”
“If you want to do it, be my guest,” Jace says as he peers at me over the top of his laptop.
I point a thumb at myself, “I’m the muscle, you’re the brains, so just, just, I don’t know, be brainier.”
He narrows his eyes at me before returning to his computer screen and mumbling to himself so quietly that not even my werewolf hearing can make out the words.
“Damnit! The file encryption is way harder to c***k than I anticipated.”
“So… what does that mean?”
“It means I need to write a whole other program to run through the code and show me weak spots. And then another one to help me alter the security, and I have to do it carefully to not alert the council’s IT teams, or else the TRACERS will be knocking on our door.”
Before I h
