The van sped through lower Manhattan... headlights off... windows tinted black. Inside... the air crackled with silent anticipation.
Gabriel sat across from Isla, his tactical gear already half-zipped… jaw tight with tension. Isla… dressed in a sleek black suit with hidden Kevlar lining… tapped through lines of decrypted Dominion code on her tablet.
“This place we’re hitting,” she said.
“Give me everything.”
Gabriel pulled up a schematic… the layout of a fortified high-rise posing as a data analysis firm.
“Three levels underground. Mainframe is protected by facial recognition, kinetic sensors… and Dominion-issued protocols. But the weak point is the external relay… they’ve got a satellite uplink bypassing corporate firewalls.”
“How long to breach it?”
“With the virus I designed?” G
