"Stop! Stefano, your core temperature is hitting forty-one degrees! You are going to cook your brain!" Ghost screamed, his hands flying across three different keyboards at once.
Stefano did not move. He stood in the center of the darkened room, his eyes projecting a faint, ghostly light that illuminated the dust motes in the air. "I do not care about the temperature. I need the ledger. Find the accounts Julian used to move the extraction team."
"I am trying, but the encryption is moving! It is like trying to catch a shadow with your bare hands," Ghost replied, his voice cracking with stress. "The Consortium has updated their protocols. If I push any harder, they will trace the ping back to this villa."
"Then let them trace it. I will keep them busy in the cloud. You just get me the fina
