My father’s fingers flew across the keyboard, typing the numbers as I spoke them.

“More,” Raymond urged.

“The basement door, Natalie. What was the color?”

“Red,” I said, my eyes wide, staring at nothing.

“The red is the blood of the lamb.”

“Three.”

“Six.”

“Zero.”

“Eight.”

My head felt like it was splitting in two, a white-hot needle driving through my temple.

I gasped, falling to my knees on the cold concrete.

Mara reached out, her hand resting on my shoulder, anchoring me.

“She’s having a seizure,” Mara warned.

“Stop it!”

“Almost there,” Raymond muttered, his eyes locked on the screen.

“One more sequence, Natalie.”

“The final room. What did Voss say to you?”

I saw Voss’s face, younger, without the scar on his chin.

He was bending down, his hand resting on my forehead.

“You are the shield,” I whispered.

“And the sword.”

“Five.”

“Five.”

“Two.”

“One.”

The terminal let out a long, shrill beep.

The green screen turned bright blue, and a progress bar appeared.

*DECRYPTION COMPLETE.*

*UPLOADING TO SECURE RECEIVER…*

Raymond let out a long breath, his shoulders sagging.

“We did it,” he whispered.