Chapter 101
Cole's fingers hovered over the keyboard.
For nearly thirty minutes, he had been sitting in the same chair, staring at a maze of encrypted folders and authentication requests while Damien paced behind him like a man who had forgotten the meaning of patience.
The room was cold.
The kind of cold produced by an industrial air-conditioning system running too hard in a room full of expensive electronics.
A narrow strip of fluorescent light buzzed above them. The sound was irritating enough that Cole wanted to rip the fixture from the ceiling.
His wrists were still bruised from being dragged into the building. There was dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and every time he shifted, pain traveled from his ribs into his shoulder.
But none of that mattered. His eyes remained
