The laptop screen was the only source of light left.

From the street outside, the high-pitched whine of a security siren began to wail.

Declan cursed, his hand immediately dropping to the holster at his hip.

“Is it Victor’s men?” I asked, my fingers freezing over the keyboard.

Roman did not move, his eyes fixed on the blue glow of my laptop screen.

“No,” Roman said, his voice level and cold. “That is the perimeter alarm for the sub-station down the street.”

“They are cutting the power to the block, section by section,” Declan said, moving toward the rain-stained window.

He pulled the edge of the dusty curtain back an inch to peer outside.

“We have ten minutes before they realize this house is on a separate backup loop,” Declan added.

“Ten minutes is enough,” I said.

I tapped the trackpad, checking the transmission status of the file.

The progress bar hit one hundred percent, and a green confirmation flash lit my face.

“The data is out,” I said.

“Did it go to the main terminal at the harbor?” Roman asked.