Analyzing the Core Data
After securing the Micro-Drive, Julian and Eliza spent the next twelve tense hours studying the file's contents. They were running on coffee and pure adrenaline. The Micro-Drive held two crucial things: a detailed, encrypted log of the Bloodline Debt scam that Julian's Uncle had run, and the secret access codes for Titan's deepest corporate servers.
The data was not just proof of theft; it was a map of the entire illegal money structure that held up the Titan Empire. They realized destroying this evidence would cause a corporate shockwave, a total system shutdown. Eliza, using Julian's business terms, dubbed the plan the "Black Swan Protocol"—a catastrophic, low-chance event that changes everything forever. It was a huge, messy gamble.
The Two-Part Attack
The plan needed perfect timing. They had to run a simultaneous two-part attack.
Part One was the distraction: Eliza (in Julian's body) would use the CEO's administrative access to start a massive, complex corporate meltdown. This would flood the system with fake data, freezing the servers and locking out the Uncle's security team for a crucial five minutes.
Part Two was the attack: Julian (in Eliza's body) would physically sneak into the Titan Server Core and plant the virus from the Micro-Drive to permanently delete the original debt logs. It was the most dangerous job—the physical intrusion—and Julian hated that he had to rely on the smaller, weaker body.
The Cover Story
Eliza, exhausted but totally committed, logged into Julian's corporate email. The process of impersonating his writing style was now easier; she could feel his cold, precise logic flowing through his fingers. She sent a cryptic but urgent message to the Titan board, announcing an "immediate and mandatory isolation period" due to a sudden, sensitive investigation into "external market manipulation."
This move was designed to keep the Uncle and Sol-Ah guessing and to justify the CEO's disappearance for the next 24 hours. The message was cold, precise, and completely unsettling—exactly the kind of high-pressure maneuver Julian would use. It was so convincing because it felt like a threat coming from the real CEO.
The Spy's Gear
Julian, meanwhile, prepared his disguise. He used his deep, secret knowledge of his wife's covert field network. He drove to a nearby anonymous drop point.
He retrieved a specialized operative suit designed for women: dark, flexible material that felt strange and uncomfortably tight on him. It was equipped with basic climbing gear and signal blockers. He applied minimal, professional makeup to complete the look of the fictional corporate courier, "Miss Qi."
Julian had to rely entirely on Eliza's small, agile body and her operative training to bypass the security layers he, as CEO, had personally installed. The irony was suffocating. I built this fortress, and now I have to rely on her body to destroy it, he thought, the humiliation burning in his chest.
The CEO's Distraction
Eliza took position in a secured, private network café far from the estate. She hated the public noise and the feeling of the large body crammed into a small booth.
At the agreed time, she initiated the Black Swan Protocol. Using Julian's highest-level codes, she began a series of fake, chaotic financial transactions: moving billions between shell companies, setting off compliance alarms across the world, and initiating emergency audits.
The system screamed. The Titan corporate networks began to grind to a halt, completely overwhelmed by the sudden, unprecedented digital chaos. The distraction was loud, public, and successfully bought Julian his window of opportunity. The digital world was crumbling, just as planned.
Infiltration of the Core
While chaos reigned across Titan's digital platforms, Julian (as Eliza) was already inside the heavily guarded HQ building. His small stature and Eliza's agility proved essential. He silently bypassed laser grids and pressure sensors that would have trapped Julian's large body instantly.
He felt the small body move with a terrifying, automatic grace that wasn't his—it was Eliza's muscle memory in action. The security guards, distracted by the screaming corporate alerts on their screens (which looked like total financial doom), never saw the quiet, efficient operative slip through the maintenance shafts and into the sterile, freezing silence of the Server Core room.
The air in the room was bitterly cold from the cooling units.
The Data Wipe
Julian stood before the central server rack, its lights blinking madly due to the "Black Swan" distraction. He attached the Micro-Drive. The virus, designed by Eliza and Julian's combined knowledge, executed its command.
For thirty silent seconds, a red progress bar crept slowly across the screen. Julian could hear his own heartbeat pounding in the small body. Then, with a single, conclusive digital pulse, the virus deleted all original logs, evidence, and backups related to the Bloodline Debt and the Uncle's scam. The past was wiped clean. Julian quickly retrieved the Micro-Drive, which now only held the Ancestral Link Terminal data.
The Aftermath and the Alarm
As Julian started his retreat, the system recovered from the initial shock. The frozen servers recognized the deletion. The distraction abruptly failed. A deafening, physical alarm began to wail throughout the building—not a fire alarm, but the deepest, highest-security alert reserved for catastrophic data loss. The sound was a physical punch.
Julian raced through the maintenance tunnels, propelled by a surge of pure fear. He could hear the guards' shouts growing louder.
Sol-Ah's Rage
Across town, Sol-Ah watched her corporate terminals flicker from red to total black. She instantly recognized the signature of a calculated corporate attack, far beyond a simple hack. That is Julian's work, she thought, but he is too clumsy now.
She threw her own communication device across the room; the anger turning into cold, clear-eyed realization. The "rekindled romance" was a lie. The clumsy CEO was a ghost.
"He is gone," she whispered to her head of security. "And they just declared war. Find the body they are using." The hunt officially escalated from a suspicion to a declared corporate war.
The Reckless Escape
Eliza, who had been monitoring the operation, saw the alert go from "DISTRACTION" to "LOCKDOWN - CODE BLACK." This was the worst case. She immediately sped to the agreed-upon extraction point in the heart of the city, weaving Julian's powerful car recklessly through the evening traffic. She was driving far faster and more aggressively than the CEO ever would.
Julian emerged moments later, adrenaline coating every nerve. He yanked open the car door and dove into the passenger seat. They didn't speak. They didn't slow down. They knew they had shattered the peace. They had gone from fugitives to corporate terrorists, and the full might of the Titan Empire was now hunting them for real. Their escape was successful, but the cost was their guaranteed security.