"If you touch that wire, you die," I hissed, grabbing her wrist before her fingers brushed the copper contacts.
"I know what I'm doing, Rhys," she snapped back, trying to yank her arm free. "The server reboot gives us six minutes. We've already used two."
"You're using a cloned data signature on a Level Four vault. One wrong frequency and the hard lock triggers."
"Then stop breathing down my neck and let me work."
I didn't move. I couldn't. We were jammed inside the narrow crawlspace behind the main frame, squeezed so tight my chest brushed her shoulder every time she breathed. The air in the server room was freezing, but the heat coming off her skin burned through my shirt.
Her eyes stayed locked on the flickering green light of the bypass tool. "Hold the drive," she ordered, her voi
