The war room lights dimmed as the screens went black, then burst alive again with cascading lines of code. Ethan swore under his breath.
"They've seen us. Adrian's got someone on the other side someone good."
"Good?" Nathaniel's voice cut like glass. "They're in our system already."
On the monitor, the hijack bar stalled at 38%. The firewall Ethan had broken through was knitting itself back together in real time, patch by patch.
Lena gripped the back of Ethan's chair. "Can you beat them?"
He didn't look up, his fingers flying. "That's not the question. The question is, can I beat them fast enough."
The system flashed red: Unauthorized Intrusion Detected.
The hacker was baiting them. A phantom file appeared on Ethan's screen an old contract of Lena's, marked "Fraudulent." A taunt.
"They're trying to rattle me," Ethan muttered.
"It's working," Nathaniel growled.
Lena leaned closer to Ethan, her voice sharp. "Don't look at what they want you to see. Look for what they don't want you to touch."
Ethan blinked, then his hands moved faster. "Right. Not the front door. The vents."
The code shifted as he slipped past the obvious blocks, tunneling deeper. The hijack bar crawled upward: 41%… 46%…
The hacker struck back. A flood of junk data poured into the system, crashing three monitors in bursts of static. Ethan cursed, sweat beading on his forehead.
"They're trying to drown me."
Nathaniel stepped behind him, one hand clamping Ethan's shoulder like a vice. "Breathe. Stay locked in."
The seconds ticked away. 8:12. Forty eight minutes left.
Onscreen, another file popped up this time a forged email, Lena "confessing" to corporate espionage. The hacker wanted it to leak.
Lena's stomach twisted, but she forced her voice steady. "Ignore it. They're trying to win the story before the broadcast."
Ethan's jaw tightened. "Then let's write our own ending."
He launched a ghost protocol code that mirrored itself and fed false paths back to the intruder. For a moment, the screens stabilized.
Hijack bar: 63%.
Then the hacker struck harder. The main feed split, showing two live broadcasts: Isabella in the studio, smiling under hot lights… and Lena's own hacked camera feed from inside the war room.
"Oh my God," Lena breathed.
The hacker wasn't just defending. They were exposing her. Turning her own move against her.
Ethan slammed the keyboard. "They're in our cameras. If they push this live, they'll show the world exactly what we're doing."
Nathaniel's voice dropped to a deadly calm. "Then you have three choices: win, die, or run. Which one's it going to be?"
Ethan's eyes flicked to Lena. She didn't waver. "Win."
Hijack bar: 72%.
The storm outside cracked lightning against the glass. Inside, the room felt like it might shatter first.
Then the hacker launched one final strike blinding white code that began eating Ethan's system alive.
The hijack bar froze at 88%.
"Thirty seconds and we're fried," Ethan hissed. "I need one more opening, or we lose it all."
Lena stepped forward, her hand on his shoulder, her voice steady as steel. "Then take it. Don't just play defense burn them back."
Ethan's fingers blurred one desperate gambit.
The screen glitched, then steadied.
Hijack bar: 99%.
And then..