He tapped his tablet screen, showing a map.

“If that timer hits zero, the main server will broadcast the entire counterintelligence database to a public cloud,” Vance said.

“Every active officer in the field,” I said, my chest tightening.

“Every source we have in Europe and Asia,” Vance added.

“How much time do we have to reach the warehouse?” I asked.

“Fourteen minutes,” Vance said. “The morning traffic on the interstate is already building. A tactical team won’t make it in time.”

“I’m going,” I said.

“You don’t have backup, Allison,” Vance warned. “We don’t know who is guarding that facility.”

“I have my service weapon,” I said.

I turned and walked toward my unmarked sedan parked at the edge of the driveway.

The key fob clicked, and the headlights flashed.

I climbed into the driver’s seat and put the key in the ignition.

The engine roared to life.

I mounted the phone on the dashboard bracket.

*00:13:12*

The red numbers blinked in the dim light of the cabin.

I shifted the car into reverse and backed out of the space, the tires spitting gravel.