The Withdrawal
The banking technology company was in the heart of Frankfurt’s financial district. Marcus stood in the shadow of a Deutsche Bank tower, watching the building across the plaza. It was all glass and chrome, like every other building in the neighborhood. But Nikolai’s intelligence said that Dr. Klaus Weber had rewritten the firmware for thousands of ATMs across Europe. The code was dormant. Waiting. One signal, and anyone withdrawing cash would lose their memories. Claire shivered. “Germany is colder than I remember.” “You’ve been here before?” “A lifetime ago. Before the erasure.” Marcus touched her arm. “You remember now.” “Some things. Not all.” Damian checked his rifle. “The building has a service entrance on the side. Underground parking. We can get in that way.” Marcus nodded. “
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