Drakon stood up, extending a hand down toward me. "Ready to head back down to Michael? He's been digging through the rest of those air-gapped drives, and Bastian should be down there getting filled in by now."
I took his hand, letting him pull me up from the leather couch. "Let's go," I said, setting the folder on his desk for safekeeping. "The more we know before we move, the fewer surprises we hit."
We walked back down the narrow stairs to the tech hub, where the hum of cooling fans and blinking server lights greeted us. Michael was hunched over his triple-monitor setup, typing furiously, while Bastian leaned against the adjacent workstation with his arms crossed, his brow deeply furrowed as he scanned the streaming data.
"Glad you two are back," Bastian said, turning his head as the
