The screens didn’t just go dark.They collapsed into nothing.One moment the Bratva warehouse was there, Bianca’s handwriting still burning in my mind, and the next it was as if the entire system had been wiped from existence.No backup feed.No reroute.No trace recovery popping up on Marco’s panel.Just silence across every monitor.Alessio didn’t move for several seconds.Not because he was stunned.Because he was listening to something I couldn’t hear yet.That was always how he worked—when chaos hit, he didn’t react to what was visible, he reacted to what was missing.Marco broke the stillness first.“Boss… the entire external grid just went offline.”Alessio’s eyes stayed on the blank screens.“Not offline,” he said quietly. “Redirected.”Marco frowned slightly.“Redirected to where?”Alessio didn’t answer immediately.Instead, he reached forward and pulled up a manual override panel. His fingers moved once, then stopped, like he was confirming something he already suspected.Th
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