The command center was quiet except for the steady hum of monitors and the soft click of the mechanical keyboard. High-resolution photos, public scheduling logs, and encrypted firewalls for Mayor Isaac were scattered across three glowing displays.
I stood back near the center console alongside Drakon, my arms crossed over my chest as we watched Michael, our tech specialist, work his magic. Beside us, Bastian leaned against the edge of the tactical table, watching the screens with a quiet intensity.
"Okay, so I can see his active directories, public filings, and local routing logs," Michael said, tapping rapidly against his keys as lines of code flashed across his face. He paused, slamming his palm lightly against the desk in frustration. "But I can’t get into these top-level files. He's
