A cold sweat broke out on the back of my neck.

I reached for the mouse, my fingers trembling.

I began to trace the internal MAC address of the device that had authorized the transfer.

If someone inside the estate was sending our live locations to Derek, Vincent was walking directly into an ambush.

The internal terminal ID was masked, but the authorization code used was highly privileged.

Only three people in the organization had that code.

Suddenly, the terminal screen flickered.

The green lights on the server rack behind me turned a solid, warning orange.

A single line of text appeared on the screen, overwriting the data.

*Access Denied.*

Then, the lights in the room went completely black.

In the darkness, the only sound was the heavy mechanical click of the door lock releasing.

I held my breath, my back pressing against the cold metal of the server rack.

The door creaked open.

A thin sliver of yellow light from the hallway cut across the concrete floor.

I slipped beneath the heavy oak desk, pulling my knees tight against my chest.