“Every single file. Every name. Every dollar.”

Voss stood at the bottom of the stairs, his weapon raised, his face pale under the dripping water.

My mother stood behind him, her eyes wide as she looked at the phone in my hand.

“You have ruined us,” Caroline whispered, her voice barely audible over the dripping water.

“No,” I said.

“I just stopped you.”

A heavy silence fell over the basement, broken only by the hum of the facility’s ventilation system.

Voss lowered his weapon slowly, his chest heaving.

“We can still claim it is a deepfake,” Voss said, though his voice lacked conviction.

“A foreign disinformation campaign.”

“Not with my retinal scan authorizing the secondary drive,” I said.

“And not with the physical evidence Mara is bringing to the federal building in Newark right now.”

Outside, the faint sound of sirens began to wail, cutting through the rainy New Jersey night.

They were distant at first, but they grew louder, approaching the facility from multiple directions.

Mara had called in the honest agents left in the bureau.