“Looks like someone’s still got it.” I smirk.
Bishop looks up from the bag he’s rummaging through. “Can you trace it further?”
My brothers returned an hour ago with what we need for the infiltration—weapons, tactical gear, proper equipment this time. Eva's been alternating between checking on Michael and watching us work. Her quiet presence beside me has become familiar in ways I hadn't expected.
“Not without setting off every alarm in their system.” I pull up a map of the site. “But I’ve got their security feeds, power usage logs, and delivery manifests. They’ve been ramping up operations for months—servers, cooling equipment, the works.”
“Entry points?” Rook asks.
“Loading dock on the east side. Maintenance access through underground parking. The sub-level is where the servers are, no doubt.” I highlight the routes on the map. “It’s locked down with keycards and biometrics, but their surveillance system is isolated. Easy to loop without triggering alarms.”
Victor nods, his approval subtle but clear. “Their internal security isn’t designed for an intrusion like this. They’ll be expecting system breaches, not a physical one.”
Eva leans closer, resting one hand on my shoulder, while she looks at the screen. “So, you can disable their cameras without them noticing?”
“Disable, no. But I can make them think nothing is happening. Same difference.”
I’m fairly certain she wants to smile at that, but she manages to hide it. “So … you can break in?”
“I already have, my body just needs to catch up with my code. The question is how much damage we’re going to do once we’re inside.”
“What about patrols?” Bishop, ever the strategist, asks.
“Same as before. Disciplined but predictable. Shift changes, standard patrol routes. They’re thorough, but they’re not anticipating unconventional tactics.”
Victor studies the schematics. “Their guards are better than they were when I was taken, but the focus is still external. Their monitoring is layered but not impenetrable.”
“And that,” I say, flicking back to their camera network, “is where we make it hurt. Their surveillance runs on an isolated feed. It’s harder to breach, but once we do, looping it will be easy.”
Bishop traces a route on the schematics. “Underground parking gives us cover. Maintenance tunnels connect the buildings, and sub-level access is straightforward if you can bypass their locks.”
Victor nods. “We loop their cameras, neutralize their guards, and take the servers.”
“Copy what we can,” I add, my tone colder now. “Destroy the rest. They won’t get to use any of it.”
Eva watches quietly, but her tension is palpable. She’s not a hacker or a strategist, but she knows what’s at stake. This isn’t just about her brother anymore. It’s about stopping these people from doing it to anyone else.
“They’re clearing out fast,” I say, pulling up the latest logs. “Trucks in and out, stripping the place clean. If we don’t move tonight, they’ll be gone.”
Bishop doesn’t hesitate. “We hit them during the 10 P.M. shift change. Rook and I will handle resistance. Can you take the servers, or do you need back up?”
“I should be okay.” My fingers move faster across the keyboard as I finalize the protocols. Victor’s presence at my side sharpens my focus.
“You’ve come a long way,” he says.
I smirk. “Thanks, Dad.”
He snorts.
My grin widens, but I don’t push it. Not because I’m afraid of his reaction—but because we have bigger things to deal with.
The facility might look like any other industrial site from the outside, but inside, they’re gearing up to disappear with everything they’ve stolen.
And I’m not about to let that happen.
CHAPTER FIFTY-EIGHT
Evangeline