Rain hammered down over the city that night, relentless and cold.

Rosemary stood by the window of her small apartment, watching the street lights shimmer on the soaked pavement. Her face was pale, her eyes swollen from hours of tears.

Behind her, Markus sat hunched over a laptop, his fingers dancing rapidly over the keyboard.

“Are you sure this is safe?” Rosemary asked softly, without turning around.

“Not entirely,” Markus replied. “The files on this flash drive are encrypted with high-level security. If Cassandra realizes we’re trying to break in… she’ll react.”

Rosemary tightened her grip on the tiny flash drive in her palm. “I don’t care anymore. She’s already...