Her boots struck the raised floor panels with the precision of a metronome, each step a countdown. The hum of the cooling fans swelled around her, the air thick with the metallic tang of ozone and the ghost of burnt circuits. Red warning lights bled across the white walls, turning the corridor into a vein of the beast she served. She paused only to swipe her badge, her reflection in the glass door betraying the truth she usually hid: dark circles beneath her eyes, the toll of three nights chasing phantoms. The corporate machine demanded perfection, but perfection was a lie. And lies, she knew, were the first cracks in the code.
The lock released with a sigh. Inside, the server room stood like a cathedral of secrets, rows of rack-mounted sentinels pulsing green-until her script flipped them, one by one, to crimson. The terminal flashed a single breach point: Vault 7. Twenty-five seconds ago. Her stomach twisted. She gripped the steel rack, her knuckles white, and began to trace the intrusion. The system fought back. Firewalls crumbled in real time, her commands rerouted as if the datacenter itself had turned against her. She leaned in, scanning the hex signatures of the rogue packet. Nothing matched.
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