“How long will the database transfer take?” I asked.

“Ten minutes,” Julian said. “If he cuts the power before then, the transfer will fail, and we’ll only have the security footage, not the actual DNA proof.”

On the screen, Ethan managed to pry open the housing of the door lock.

He reached inside the hole, pulling at the wires.

A moment later, the magnetic lock gave way.

The heavy door swung open.

Ethan slipped inside the server room, the blue lights illuminating his wet face.

He walked up to the central rack.

He looked at the rows of hard drives, his hands shaking.

“He doesn’t know which one holds the primary database,” Julian said. “He’s going to destroy all of them.”

Ethan raised the metal tool and smashed it into the first rack.

A row of green lights went dark.

“Julian,” I gasped. “Is that the database?”

“No,” Julian said, his voice tense. “That was the billing registry. The genetic files are on rack four.”

Ethan moved to the next rack.

He swung the tool again, shattering the plastic drive bays.