"Execute the short-attack right now," I said, leaning over the master terminal as the dark screen flickered to life.
Marcus swiped his secondary passkey through the console, his hands finally steady. "If we hit Montgomery Pierce’s liquidity pool at midnight, his rogue board blocks won't have time to re-collateralize their positions. They’ll be completely blind."
"That is the point," I replied, watching the red lines of automated sell orders begin to cascade across the central monitor. "Pierce thinks he bought out our board from under us. He expects us to play defense until the morning bell. He doesn't know we hold his private ledger."
"This is aggressive, Rhys," Marcus said, stepping back as the computer began processing millions of high-frequency short trades every second. "You're burn
