Chapter 55: The Digital Hijack
The ultra-high-definition optical feed on Rowan’s primary monitor rendered every violent, desperate detail in clinical clarity, capturing the bloody tableau in the Sterling service yard seventy yards away. Through the telephoto lens of Drone Two, six figures rolled in the churned, frozen mud beside the splintered garden shed, their expensive parkas ripped to shreds, their bare, frostbitten hands gouging at flesh to scrape frozen pet food from the dirt. Rowan sat relaxed in his high-backed ergonomic chair, the ambient warmth of the command center holding steady at seventy degrees, his fingers loosely cradling the clean ceramic mug of black coffee.
A quiet, profound sense of psychological triumph settled into his chest, entirely devoid of chaotic rage or nerv
