Whisper of Thoughts
" We moved with synchronized precision. I secured the heavy wooden shutters over the front windows while Zayne disconnected the main fiber-optic line feeding into the house.
We carried our core mobile workstations, encrypted hard drives, and battery-backup units down the narrow wooden stairs into the underground cellar. The cellar was cool, damp, and smelled of old stone and earth, but with a heavy steel-reinforced door fitted into the frame and no external communication lines except for our isolated, hardwired local loop, it was the ultimate digital fortress.