The hum of twenty commercial server towers inside the EML Operations Center shifted from a frantic, high-pitched whine to a deep, resonant purr. On the central wall projection, the red data bubble that had represented the Zurich intrusion didn't just vanish; it shattered into cascading lines of dead terminal code.
"The Zurich node is completely dark," Leo announced, his voice cracking with a mix of exhaustion and sheer awe as he dropped his hands from his keyboard. "The master hardware encryption keys are rotating every sixty seconds now. Even if the Vance legal team gets their hands on a supercomputer, they won't breach the primary infrastructure line."
Tunde let out a long, explosive breath, collapsing backward into his leather ergonomic chair. He ran both hands over his face, staring
