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The progress bar was crawling. It felt like watching paint dry, only if the paint drying could determine whether you lived or died.
"They’re here," Caleb said, his voice flat.
He pushed a heavy server rack in front of the door, creating a makeshift barricade. He checked his gun. Three magazines left.
THUD.
Something heavy slammed into the door from the outside. The metal groaned.
"Open up!" a voice shouted. "Vanguard Security! We have you surrounded!"
Caleb didn't answer. He aimed his gun at the gap between the door and the frame.
"Elena," he said, not looking back. "Whatever happens, keep that upload running. Do not stop."
"I won't," I promised, my fingers hovering over the keyboard. Leo was strapped to my chest, wide awake, his eyes reflecting the flas
