The warehouse had never felt this cold.
Chloe sat hunched over Lena's secondary terminal, her eyes burning from hours of staring at encrypted files. The monitors cast a pale blue glow across her face, illuminating the dark circles under her eyes, the hollows of her cheeks. She'd stopped eating regularly. Stopped sleeping. Stopped caring about anything except the endless stream of data that held the keys to Arthur's destruction.
Lena worked beside her, her fingers flying across the keyboard with manic precision. She'd been at it for twelve hours straight, her face a mask of intense concentration. The only sounds in the room were the hum of the servers and the rapid click of keys.
"I've got something," Lena said suddenly.
Chloe looked up. "What is it?"
Lena didn't answer. She was starin
