“System, report status on the data download from the server,” Stefano rasped, his voice sounding raw and strained.
[Download complete, Stefano. All NeuroCorp tracking protocols have been mirrored to internal storage.]
“Good. Now, scrub every digital footprint I left in this apartment. I cannot let Dr. Thorne find out I ever touched their servers.”
[Cleanup in progress. Remaining time: forty seconds.]
Stefano wiped away the cold sweat dripping down his forehead. His eyes felt like they were burning, as if hot coals had been pressed against the back of his sockets. He glanced down at the bodies of the masked agents sprawled across his living room floor.
“I need to get out of here before the real cleanup crew arrives,” he muttered. He reached into the pocket of one of the agents and pull
