Ethan is already at the main screen, fingers moving across the keyboard as layers of encryption peel back one by one. Cal leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching everything. Jonah and Lance stand over the table, eyes tracking the data as it builds. Jason is on comms, running interference, making sure no one knows where we are.
Ronan stands slightly apart.
Silent.
Observing.
Always seeing more than he says.
I step up beside Ethan and place the drive down.
“This is it,” I say.
No one responds right away.
They don’t need to.
They already feel it.
“Alright,”Ethan mutters. “Let’s see what you stole.”
He plugs it in.
The screen flickers.
Then—
everything opens.
Names.
Hundreds of them.
Scrolling fast.
Connected by lines.
Accounts.
Routes.
Access points.
“Jesus…”Jonah breathes.
“It’s not just names,” Lance says quietly.
“No,” Ethan agrees.
His voice has changed.
Tighter now.
Focused.
“It’s a full network.”
I glance at Mila.
