"Files secured," the tech specialist, 'Ghost', grunted, yanking the thumb drive from the port.
The flashbang was a white-hot scream in the dark. In the two seconds of disorientation that followed, the team flooded the room. Miller didn’t look at the fallen guards; his eyes were on the terminal. The progress bar on the physical transfer drive hit 100%. FГЎjl: Door.Kickers.2.v0.34.zip ...
"Breaching in three," Miller whispered, his gloved hand hovering over the door handle of the server room. One. Two. Miller didn’t look at the fallen guards; his
"Package is extracted. is on the drive. Move out." If we lose that zip
Outside, the sirens were already wailing—a late response, but a loud one. The cartel's private security wasn't going to let v0.34 walk out the front door.
"Rooftop extraction is burned," Miller said, checking his HUD. "We’re going through the basement. Ghost, keep that drive close. If we lose that zip, this whole op was for nothing."