~Leo’s~

“Let me guess,” Leo mutters as he tilts back in his chair. “Another bomb disguised as mail.”

His voice echoes faintly in the silence of his office; glass, and quiet movement of the automated blinds moving just a notch to let in the hazy morning light. He stretches his neck, taps his fingers along the desk, and finally clicks into his inbox. Dozens of flagged files blink at him. None suspicious. None new. Except—

One.

No Subject. No Sender. Timestamp: 4:03AM.

He stiffens. Not because it’s the first strange message he’s received lately, but because of the encryption level. Triple-layered. Firewalled. Signed in old code—one he hasn’t seen since......