The top floors were brightly lit, casting a golden glow against the low clouds.

“Tony is there,” Romano said, his voice barely a whisper against the wind.

“He thinks he won,” I said, joining him.

“He is celebrating,” Romano said. “He always did like a party when he thought the work was done.”

“The board of directors is meeting tonight to finalize the transition,” I added, remembering the files I had copied.

“They think I am dead,” Romano said. “Or as good as dead.”

He turned to look at me, his eyes reflecting the distant office lights.

“We have to go back,” he said.

“It is a fortress,” I reminded him. “Tony has his own security team, plus whatever rogue assets he bought from the agency.”

“I built that tower,” Romano said, a faint, cold smile touching his lips. “I know every pipe, every vent, and every blind spot in the security grid.”

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small, silver keycard.

It was scratched and worn at the edges, but the chip was intact.