Ramón’s fingers danced across the keyboard like he was playing a jazz solo from hell. Alex hovered beside him, clutching the encrypted drive as if it might jump out of his hands.
Lina stood watch at the hatch, pistol in hand.
“The mirror signal’s ready,” Ramón said. “But once I broadcast it, they’ll know exactly where it came from.”
“I thought the whole po…
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