The silence within the Sentinel Facility was absolute, a heavy, velvet quiet that seemed to amplify the rhythmic thrum of the cooling fans beneath the floorboards. I sat in the centre of the command hub, my fingers barely skimming the surface of the Monolith terminal. The midnight-blue wool of my new suit felt like a second skin, a suit designed for a billionaire, though I still felt like the man who had been shivering in a London doorway only forty-eight hours ago.
"Genesis, bring up the global economic lattice. Focus on the tech sector. Specifically, I want Kross Systems’ real-time heartbeat," I said. My voice echoed slightly against the titanium walls, sounding more confident than I felt.
"Displaying now, Leonard," the System replied. The air in front of me shimmered as the retinal li
