Ethan helped Clara to her feet, his eyes fixed on the glass door where the masked man had been. A small symbol had been etched into the glass using a knife. The symbol of a crow tearing at its prey.
"He didn't come to kill you, Clara," Ethan muttered, his jaw hardening. "He came to prove that our defenses have a hole. And that hole is within our own organization."
"You mean... there's a traitor?" Clara asked with wide eyes.
"That jammer, the detected secret cable path, the precise timing of the blackout... it's impossible without high-level insider access." Ethan turned to Xander, who had just appeared in the doorway with a uniform stained with gunpowder residue. "Xander, did you hear that?"
Xander looked down, his face pale under the flashlight's beam. "I... I am responsible for inter
