The screen vibrated in my palm.

The door behind Toby began to open again.

A shadow fell across the threshold.

I didn’t wait for Toby to raise his radio.

I brought my hand down hard on the enter key.

The laptop screen flashed green, then black.

A progress bar appeared: *Broadcasting to All Internal Displays and External Federal Portals.*

“Clara, stop!” Toby yelled.

He lunged toward the laptop, his fingers clawing at the blue cable.

The door swung fully open, hitting the rubber stopper with a soft thud.

Arthur, Victoria Crane’s personal security guard, stood in the doorway.

His eyes scanned the room, instantly locking onto my laptop and my hand on the keyboard.

“Step away from the console, Clara,” Arthur said.

His voice was flat, devoid of any warmth.

I took a step backward, keeping my back to Rack Three.

“It’s already done, Arthur,” I said.

My phone vibrated violently against my palm, the unknown number still flashing on the screen.

I swiped the green button and pressed the phone to my ear, keeping my eyes on Arthur.

“Bennett,” a voice barked over the line.