A modern war is not fought with artillery on a battlefield; it is won by silent strokes of a keyboard that can paralyze a country across the ocean.
The air inside the freshly fortified underground tech hub of the Vance Group tower was cool and smelled of new server racks. Blue light poured from dozens of wall-mounted monitors, reflecting off the polished dark glass where Sarah Vance stood typing frantically. She looked at the shifting red lines on the main screen, her eyes filled with growing panic as the digital indicators began to flashing across the European sectors.
"They are inside our primary routing database, Ethan," Sarah said, her voice tight as she hammered on her keyboard. "Sector Nine just bypassed our firewall in Gibraltar. They are trying to rewrite the transponder codes on
