"Call your grandma!" shouted Trane as soon as Scott walked into Lab Five. "You need to call her right now!"
Scott frowned. "What the hell are you talking about?" Looking around the lab, he saw Abby, Khalil, and Feinberg staring back at him. They were all sitting around a holographic projection of a red letter "X" in a red circle, spinning on its Y-axis like a penny on edge.
"We've just been data-blocked." Trane stalked back and forth like a tiger in its cage, eyes wide and wild. "Just as we were finally making progress tracking the viral DNA, someone threw a data-block on us. Now we can't go any further down that trail!"
"Wait," said Scott. "What trail, exactly?"
"The Red firewall virus," said Khalil. "We couldn't match its full genome to anything on file, so we tried pieces o
