The safehouse in Athens was a stark contrast to the luxurious palace in Santorini, but at this moment, seclusion was more important than opulence. A solitary lamp illuminated the table where Trevor was seated with the biometric briefcase. He appeared pale and rattled—but far from innocent.
Sienna faced him, arms crossed and her voice sharp as ice. “Open it.”
Trevor met her stare before placing his thumb on the scanner. The lock released with a soft hiss.
Inside lay a sleek tablet connected to an internal network. Anya was already positioned beside him, laptop plugged in, her fingers racing over the keyboard.
“Alright,” she said, her eyes narrowed. “There’s a mirrored encryption—clever move. Everything here is duplicated and rigged. If we tamper with the wrong file, it’ll erase the whol
