“Make it count,” Ronan adds.
Daniel’s fingers fly across the console, pulling data, decrypting layers, forcing the system open.
The screens explode to life.
Names.
Accounts.
Transfers.
Everything we saw before—
But deeper.
Bigger.
Worse.
“Oh my God…” I breathe.
Jase steps up beside me now, close enough that his arm brushes mine.
“What is it?” he asks.
I point at the screen.
“Not just corruption,” I say. “Control.”
Daniel nods once, grim. “This isn’t theft.”
He pulls up another layer.
And everything changes.
A classified seal appears on the screen.
Presidential encryption.
My stomach drops.
Jase stiffens beside me.
“Tell me that’s not what I think it is.”
Daniel doesn’t answer right away.
Because he doesn’t need to.
He opens it.
The screen flickers.
Then—
A recorded message appears.
Static.
