And then the display shifts.
The encryption breaks.
Files start unlocking.
Hundreds of them.
Thousands.
Financial records. Contract agreements. Personnel files. Bio-engineering research data. Legal documents. Communication logs.
Everything Marcus Hale has built his empire on.
Everything he's used to maintain power.
Everything we need to destroy him.
"We're in," Kael says. "Downloading now. This is going to take a while—we're talking terabytes of data."
"Prioritize the bio-engineering files," Cyprian says.
"Already on it."
The display shifts again.
A new folder opens.
SENTINEL DYNAMICS - BIO-ENGINEERING DIVISION
PROJECT CODENAME: STONE-LOCK
My blood turns to ice.
"Cyprian," I say quietly.
"I see it."
He opens the file.
And the world drops out from under me.
The first document is a research proposal.
Clinical. Professional. Completely horrifying.
OBJECTIVE:Develop a targeted petrochemical compound capable of inducing premature cellular calcification in non-human stone-based anatomical structures.
I read it twice.
Three times.
My brain refuses to process the words.
"What the fuck," I breathe.
Cyprian doesn't respond.
He just opens the next file.
