"Did she make it?" Ghost asked, his voice shaking as he stared at the laptop screen.
"No," Stefano replied. He sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on the burning horizon. "She stayed behind to make sure we could leave."
"She blew the whole place up," Elena said. She gripped the steering wheel so hard her knuckles turned white. "Stefano, there was no other way? She just... she died for this?"
"She died so the data wouldn't fall back into Thorne's hands," Stefano said. He looked down at the silver cylinder in his lap. "Ghost, get into this. Now. Everything Anya knew is in here."
"I am on it," Ghost said, his fingers hitting the keys with frantic speed. "The encryption is heavy, Stefano. It is not just NeuroCorp code. It is personal. It is built on her own neural patterns."
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