The aftermath of the internal security breach had settled into a tense, mechanical calm within the Sentinel Facility. The crimson emergency lights had cycled down, replaced by the steady, reassuring amber glow of operational readiness. My senses, still hyper-aware from the Level 2 Node upgrade, processed the silence as a temporary ceasefire.
"Kross's mercenaries retreated precisely four minutes after the sonic deterrent deployment," the Genesis System confirmed in my mind. "The global market simulation related to The Tech Global acquisition is on track. Stock correlation analysis suggests the oligarch will initiate a desperate sell-off within the next twelve hours."
"Good. That leaves us with the physical infrastructure," I said, standing up from the command console. My body felt impossi
