Nate's fingers danced across Jack's keyboard with unnatural speed.
The room was dead silent except for the rapid clacking of keys and the faint hum of the damaged lab's backup generators still managing to hold on. Sparks fizzled from the wall, a broken pipe hissed steam, and the floor bore the scars of the recent assault. But none of that mattered right now.
Nate didn't blink.
His eyes scanned every line of code, every window he opened, his mind processing data faster than any of them could comprehend.
Then—footsteps.
Alice arrived first, panting slightly, with Ryder and Ray not far behind. Sera trailed them closely, but two more shadows moved fast behind the group. Amara, her fiery hair dancing in the breeze, and Elena—calm, sharp, and unreadable as always—entered the lab without hesitation.
No one could stop her. Madison was her best friend. There was no version of this mission where she stayed behind.
The group came to a dead halt as they looked around the lab.
