Hajime POV
I barely noticed Khanna settle onto the bed. The rhythmic tap of my keyboard was the only thing anchoring me to reality. The air in the room was thick with the scent of pine and old metal, but all I could focus on was the faint, sterile smell of the Agency's new firewall code. Bradley hadn't just instituted a lock-down; he'd brought in a clean-slate encryption specialist—someone good, probably military-trained, just like me.
My fingers flew across the keyboard, executing a cascading attack I'd been developing for months. I used the energy siphoned from the town's primitive grid, tunneling beneath the Agency's main network defenses. Khanna was right: Luke was moving fast, which meant Bradley was desperate to consolidate his information.
The 'Omega' file was the key. It was wra
