Two hours before publication, while James Anderson lay in surgery fighting for his life, Tony Martinez discovered something that made his face go pale under the command center's fluorescent lighting.
"Boss, we have a massive problem," Tony said, his fingers flying across keyboards with increasing urgency. "Someone has been accessing our secure servers for the past eighteen hours. They have copies of everything we planned to publish."
Ral moved to Tony's station, reading the access logs with growing dread. "How is that possible? We had military-grade encryption and multiple redundancy protocols."
"Because the breach did not come from outside," Tony replied grimly. "It came from inside. Someone with authorized access has been feeding information directly to the network we are trying to ex
