The map tracked the red dots across the snow. My admin access also showed their vitals: erratic heart rates and core temperatures already in the danger zone.
They kept walking toward me.
One of the dots flickered, then turned a weak gray.
[Player Eliminated: Mark Chen]
Derrick's voice broke through the wind on the open channel. "He was slowing us down! Leave his gear! We conserve heat for Lia. Move!"
Ten minutes later, another dot grayed out.
[Player Eliminated: Sam Jones]
No one stopped for either man. Derrick kept the remaining dots moving.
I left the map open and pulled up the encrypted company server. Project Nightingale had finished downloading.
I pored over the files. Lia's penthouse was only one expense. Derrick had diverted the employee bonus budget, cashed out company sto
