The rough bed wasn't comfortable, but the exhaustion was a powerful sedative. I slept hard for nearly six hours, waking only when the low light filtering through the cracked window shifted, signaling late afternoon. Hajime was still working at the table, his fingers flying across the laptop keys. The silence was broken only by the rhythmic clack of the keyboard and the crackle of a small, modified radio scanner he was running.
"Anything?" I asked, sitting up. My muscles were stiff, screaming a silent protest from the brawl in the barracks.
Hajime glanced over, his eyes red-rimmed but focused. "Bradley has instituted a full lock-down. New encryption protocols are being deployed Agency-wide. He’s panicked. Good. But it makes getting in much harder. I've only managed to establish a single,
