Chapter 4

I put on my work uniform and carried my toolbox. My heart slammed hard against my ribs as I walked in.

The server room was filled with the low hum of old machines. The air smelled like dust and ozone.

A guard stood nearby, scrolling on his phone. He barely looked up. To him, I was just another technician doing his job.

I crouched down and pretended to check the wiring. Slowly, I worked my way to the back of the control station.

I found a small gap in the system. My fingers moved over the keyboard as I typed…