The lights dimmed. Mira gasped—her own screen mirrored his. Then the walls of the lab dissolved into translucent wireframes. They were no longer in a room. They were inside the network. Protocols hummed like electric bees. Packets of light zipped past their faces. And standing in the center of this digital void was a human-shaped figure made of cascading green text.
"Limit the handshake to the satellite cluster only," Kael said, his voice steadier than he felt.
Kael stepped forward, heart hammering. "We need to reroute three geosynchronous satellites. The encryption is quantum-level."