Oxford’s fingers flew over his keyboard, trying to find a way to connect with his allies. He needed someone to back him up.

Gunshots echoed everywhere. It was no longer just one man with a sniper—more had come to attack them.

He already sensed that Leonard and his men were cornered. But no matter how many times Oxford tried, he couldn’t get through.

He had another method of connecting with his allies and requesting help, but access kept being denied. Were his allies under attack too?

Each time he tried to reach them, someone—or something—kept blocking him out. A hacker? Fuck. He wasn’t that good at this stuff.

“Where’s Zinnia?!”...