London was a city built on the fog of old money and the cold steel of new data. At 9:00 PM, the rain was a fine, grey mist that blurred the neon outlines of the Shard, making the Thames look like a vein of liquid mercury. The air was a sharp 11°C, a bracing contrast to the humid death-grip of Lagos.
They moved through the city in a black electric sedan, gliding silently through the streets of Mayfair. Seraphina sat in the back, her eyes closed, but she wasn't sleeping. To the outside observer, she was a poised, silent woman in a high-necked cashmere coat. Inwardly, she was navigating a floodgate.
Node 04: The London Exchange. Current throughput: £4.2 billion. 12 attempts to bypass the firewall in the last six minutes. Source: Moscow. Response: Silent redirection.
"Stop it, Sera," Alessa
