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The screen is black, but the room feels crowded.
Alex and I stand there, dripping wet in our towels, shivering in the drafty Brooklyn loft. The adrenaline from the car chase is fading, replaced by a cold, creeping dread.
"Let me introduce myself properly," the distorted voice says.
The static clears. The main monitor flickers to life.
A face appears.
It’s not a hacker in a hoodie. It’s a woman. Sixty, maybe older, but immaculate. Silver hair pulled back in a severe chignon. Rimless glasses. A suit that costs more than this building.