Jake's POV
I cursed under my breath, fingers clenching. It had been five minutes, and I was getting nowhere. The Wi-Fi encryption here was insane—definitely not standard WPA2. This was military-grade nonsense. It was like trying to punch through a digital brick wall. Who the hell makes their campus Wi-Fi this secure? It’s just Wi-Fi, not a CIA database.
Frustrated, I leaned back, exhaling through my teeth. If I just knew the password, I could bypass this crap altogether. Even the banks back home had laxer protocols. What exactly were they trying to hide?
My thoughts were a whirlwind of irritation and worry—mostly about getting caught.
That’s when I heard it.
A voice. Deep. Hoarse. Like gravel scraped across metal.
"What are you doing here, kid?"
I froze.
The hairs on the back of m
