I scrambled out from under the desk, my hands scraping against the rough floor as I searched for the flashlight.

My fingers closed around the cold metal casing.

I shone the beam back toward the struggle.

The intruder was a tall, lean man with sharp features and slicked-back grey hair.

He was wearing a high-end designer coat that was now covered in office dust.

He reached into his pocket, his fingers clawing for something.

“No, you don’t,” Marcus screamed.

Marcus threw his entire weight onto the man’s back, locking his arms around his neck.

The man stumbled backward, gasping for air as Marcus clung to him like a shadow.

Charles seized the opportunity, grabbing the man’s right arm and twisting it behind his back.

With a dull thud, they forced the man down onto the floor, pinning him against the linoleum.

“Get the drive, Emily!” Charles gasped, his face red from the exertion.

I turned to the computer screen.

*One hundred percent.*

The pop-up window read: *Transfer Successful*.

I reached behind the tower and yanked the USB drive from the port.

The plastic was warm in my hand.