The screen began to process the command.

The countdown reached zero.

And the world began to change.

The lights on the monitors flared, then settled into a steady blue glow.

The data was transferring.

The assets were moving.

The recovery had begun.

I stood in the center of the room, watching the numbers tick down.

The weight of the legacy was finally shifting.

And for the first time in my life, I felt free.

The shadow in the tunnel was gone.

The past was finally catching up to those who had written it.

And I was the one holding the pen.

The transfer reached fifty percent.

The screen flickered.

A warning light began to flash red in the corner.

“External override detected,” a computerized voice said.

I stared at the screen, my heart stopping.

The source of the override was coming from Sacramento.

From the clinic.

Vale was still online.

He was trying to lock me out.

“Ana,” I said, my voice tight.

“He’s trying to stop the transfer.”

“How?” she asked, leaning over the console.

“He has the master key,” I said.