"Get up! Stefano, move your ass right now!"
Ghost's voice screamed through the earpiece, distorted by the sudden drop in signal quality. Stefano didn't need the reminder. He was already on the floor, his back pressed against the cold concrete of the safe house. The roar of the helicopter blades was shaking the very foundation of the building. Dust fell from the ceiling, stinging his eyes.
"The power is dead, Ghost. They cut the grid," Stefano whispered. He reached for his handgun, feeling the cold weight of the metal in his palm.
"I know. I'm seeing the surge on my end. They used a localized EMP. Stefano, they didn't just find you by accident. I'm looking at the data packet you sent. I've been running it through a brute-force decryptor for the last ten minutes."
"And?" Stefano asked. H
