"Weak spots anyone could figure out," Leroux countered from across the room. "You don't need an insider for that; just watch any damn news report about our infrastructure for five minutes."
"True," Brice admitted. Then he leaned forward further, his gaze cutting through her like glass shards beneath steel boots. "But you'd need someone on the inside for what happened after."
"What are you talking about?" Vautrin asked.
"The cleanup," he said, pointing back at the screen one more time before shutting it off with a flick of his wristband controls. The room dimmed slightly as the hovering holograms blinked out of existence, leaving only their heated stares to fill the void.
