I climbed the metal stairs to the second floor, my heart hammering against my ribs.

The door to the security office was unlocked.

I pushed it open and stepped inside, scanning the room.

A row of monitors showed static black screens where the cameras had gone dark.

The main server rack hummed in the corner, its blue lights blinking in the dim room.

I approached the primary terminal and plugged in Vincenzo’s USB drive.

The screen flickered, and a progress bar appeared: *Decrypting Ledger Database*.

My fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing the secondary firewall.

As the files began to transfer, I opened the directory to verify the data.

But what I saw on the screen made my blood run cold.

The files weren’t just financial records.

There were shipping manifests dated for tonight.

Dozens of crates, labeled as agricultural machinery, were listed as loaded onto the freighter *The Northern Star*.

I clicked on the manifests, pulling up the detailed inventory.

These weren’t tractors.

They were military-grade rifles, plastic explosives, and shoulder-launched missiles.

And the buyer’s name listed on the clearance forms wasn’t a syndicate front.