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oak table in the strategy room. My finger drew a thin line on the map, my voice measured but

a gloved hand, "is where they'll expect u

s face pale, his lips pressed into a line. H

itting together. "What?" My v

ted the message in a low, tre

htened, my fingers curling into fists. I s

hot Marcus a look. "Keep going over the logist

dded. "Un

de out of the room, my body coiled with murder

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nalysts creating a constant buzz. Walls lined with monitors displayed live feeds, data streams,

as people stole nervous glances at me. I ignored them, my focus locked on Jet, hea

arked as I

blet. He turned, his face pale und

ing on?" I

11 p.m., we noticed a breach in one of the Valaro vaults. Twenty

minutes? And you didn'

reach was clean, precise. Whoever did this covered their tracks almos

tave. "You're telling me the system I paid billions to creat

wed hard.

ing Jet flinch. "You're supposed to be the bes

working on it. The hacker is. exceptional. They

"I want results. Name, face, location. I don't care

, bo

rode out, leaving the r

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hacker had left no trace, and the team was running out of leads. M

g over a shipment report with Marcus, when Jet

m," Jet said

my gaze locking on

folder. "Her name is Siara Movark. Twenty

ng woman with striking emerald-green eyes and cascading brown hair. She had that haunting expression of a s

jobs at first, but she's been building her skills for years, and had a backstreet mentor who died off pretty early. The rest was self

ce came out co

mouth shut, lo

weird sensation stirring my chest. There was som

w about her?" I aske

time jobs. Her mom is terminally ill. Has been like that for a few years now. We trailed her a bit more

ped in the name Movark. A file popped up on the screen

d across my face as I read

g at Marcus, who loo

t ventured

ftly. The sound grew louder, echoing th

xpression shifted, my eyes gleaming with

ng with dark amusement, "they just neve

rveillance on Siara Movark. I want e

riosity evident but u

you're d

us left, lea

g the photo of Siara once more. I tapped a finger agai

d coincidence," I

Siara Movark's file in detail. It was no longer ab