Bella ignored them all. Her screen flickered as she traced the remnants of Pablo's hidden network. But something was different this time. His new base wasn't fully digital. There were gaps, dead ends, and old-school encryptions that pointed to physical data storage instead of servers.
"Smart," she murmured under her breath, chewing on her lip as her fingers kept typing. "He's gone offline."
Three red dots suddenly appeared on her screen, flashing slowly. It was a sign that the trace had hit something—a physical address. Her pulse quickened.
'So you're hiding your base manually this time,' she thought, narrowing her eyes. 'But that's fine. I only need one opening.'
Her fingers moved again, and the lines of code blurred as she hacked deeper, the reflection of the red dots glinting in her eyes.
In the corner of her screen, a notification popped up: Partial location retrieved.
<-Warehouse 07, District South->
Bella leaned back slightly, chewing her lip again as her mind raced.
