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Chapter Thirty-Seven

Luna

My phone rings as I’m about to head to my seat.

Jonas.

Crap. This couldn’t be a more inconvenient time for him to update me, but I need to know what’s what. I find a quiet corner near the restrooms to take the call.

“Hey, Jonas. What did you find?”

“You were right. Your security camera feed was hacked. I finally figured out how they did it. It looks they took a⁠—”

“Jonas, I’m sorry, I don’t have time for details,” I interrupt quickly. “The fight’s about to start and I need to get out there. Just tell me the important stuff.”

“All the times you mentioned, where you thought something was off—it was. I haven’t been able to recover the original data, but there’s no doubt someone tampered with it. That last time you said you heard knocking, there’s missing footage. Like someone deleted just that time and made it look like there was no activity.”

My heart squeezes painfully, and I lean against the wall. “Fuck.”

“What can I do to help?”

This is bad.

Really, really bad.

“I’m going to see Daniil in a minute, so I’ll update him but I need one more favor.” The idea occurred to me last night in bed, and I ruminated about it all day, but now I have to know.

“Of course.”

“I need you to access my computer remotely. I can give you the logins.” I tell him all the pertinent information, which says a lot because my computers are locked down tighter than Fort Knox. But this is important. I can hear him tapping away on his keyboard, and once he’s in, I tell him where I have the file hidden.

“This is some serious encryption,” he says with a chuckle.

“I couldn’t afford for anyone to find it—especially not another hacker.”

“All right, I’m in.”

“Open the file and look for a name.”

“Shoot.”

“Garth Harrison. Gargoyle Garth. Anything like that.”

He’s quiet for a beat. “Yeah, here it is. Looks like he was one of the founders of the…Assault Academy?”

“Motherfucker. I knew it.” I hesitate. “One more—Benjamin Guerin. Or Bronco Guerin.”

More tapping and then, “Nope. Nothing even remotely similar.” He pauses. “Luna, is this what I think it is?”

“Yeah. It is.”

“Holy fuck.”

“I need you to guard a copy with your life. If something happens to me⁠—”

“You need to go find Dan right fucking now!” His voice is more of a growl.