“Adrian, do not go out there,” I said.

I did not look up from the screen.

“Keep working, Emily,” he said.

A heavy fist wrapped against the driver-side window.

The glass did not shatter.

It was reinforced, but the dull thud vibrated through the frame of the SUV.

I blocked the port Cole was using to access the Chicago server.

The deletion progress halted at forty-nine percent.

A warning message flashed on my screen: *External attempt to bypass firewall detected.*

“He is trying to reroute through an offshore server in Panama,” I said.

“Cut the Panama gateway,” Adrian commanded.

“If I do that, we lose the live feed to our shipping vessels in the Atlantic,” I said.

“Do it anyway,” he said.

“We can get the ships back. We cannot get this data back.”

I struck the enter key.

I executed the command to sever the international gateway.

The tablet screen went black for two agonizing seconds.

Then, the deletion progress bar vanished.

A green notification box popped up: *Files secured. Directory locked.*

“I got it,” I breathed.

I leaned back against the leather seat, exhaling slowly.