The screen flickers as line after line of encrypted data unravels before my eyes. Kane’s fingers fly over the keyboard, her expression set in grim determination.
We shouldn’t be doing this.
If the Overseers are watching—and they are watching—then breaking into their classified files is the equivalent of setting ourselves on fire and running straight toward them.
But I need answers.
Zero isn’t just some assassin. He’s a force of nature, an executioner sent after people like me—people the Overseers have marked for elimination.
And I need to know why.
Kane exhales sharply, adjusting the code as another firewall tries to push us out. “They’re good.”
I glance at her. “You’re better.”
She snorts. “Damn right.” A few keystrokes later, the security barriers crumble. “We’re in.”
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