“Shut down the main system! Disconnect everything from the external network!”

Devandra’s voice thundered through the control room, thick with smoke from the overheated servers.

Staff scrambled in panic, while Vania bent over the backup console, fingers flying across the keyboard.

“Dev! I need five minutes to stop their process!” she shouted.

“We don’t have five minutes!” Devandra barked, shoving aside a frantic technician. “What are they doing?”

Vania didn’t look up. Her eyes were locked on the streams of code flashing across the monitor.

“They’re injecting active malware. If they finish this, the entire Montgomery Group system becomes their puppet.”

Lyra appeared from the shadows, her expression feigning shock....