The keypad on the rusted steel door chirped. A status light on the handle transitioned from a dull, frozen blue to a searing, violent red.
"Hold on," Kael gritted his teeth. The data was unspooling fast, terabytes of coordinates flooding his drive. The air in the room became suffocating. The walls of the server tower began to groan, the metal expanding under the thermal stress. A bead of sweat rolled down Kael’s nose, dripping onto the console. The smell of burning plastic filled the air. ssis127 hot
Kael pulled a ruggedized data-slate from his trench coat. The screen was cracked, displaying a single blinking cursor waiting for input. He typed the command sequence he’d paid a fortune for in crypto-credits. The keypad on the rusted steel door chirped