Marcus POV
I stepped into the dimly lit server room and the hum of the cooling fans felt louder than usual, and I could see the blue and green lights of the mainframes blinking in the dark like they were keeping secrets from me.
I sat down at the master console and started scrolling through the access logs for the last hour because I needed to see if anyone had been tracking my private pings to the safe house, but as I dug deeper into the sub-directory, I found a line of code that shouldn't have been there.
It was a hidden piggyback script that was mirroring every single packet of data I sent, and when I traced the origin point, it led straight back to the terminal on the main floor where Sarah was currently sitting.
"Marcus, what are you doing in the cold room at three in the mornin
