At last, they come to the server room, a tremendous chamber lined with squinting lights and murmuring processors. Sarah pointed to a seemingly nondescript comfort within the corner.
"Usually it," she whispered, her voice scarcely capable of being heard over the moo hum of the room. "Their central server. Typically where everything is put away."
Carl, eyes shining with a calm center, ventured forward, his fingers flying over a versatile console. He stopped a gadget into the support, a complex web of code looking over his screen.
"Allow me ten minutes," he mumbled, his forehead wrinkled in concentration. "I got to bypass their firewalls and make a backdoor."
Ten minutes extended into an agonizing forever. Angela, her heart beating in her chest, paced the room, keeping an eye out for any
