The morning after the warehouse raid was grim and quiet. Xavier sat at the head of the conference table in Cole Enterprises' secure strategy room, his fingers laced tightly together. Victoria leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, while Elizabeth and Clara worked side by side at the terminal, decrypting the stolen data.
"This better give us something," Xavier said, his voice low and filled with tension.
"It will," Clara assured him, her eyes glued to the screen. "Anderson wouldn't guard this server if it didn't hold something valuable."
The files extracted from the warehouse hub were complex, layered with encryption that would take an average hacker weeks to crack. Luckily, Clara was far from average.
"This guy is meticulous," Clara muttered, her fingers flying across the keyboard. "Every file is compartmentalized, and some are booby-trapped with fake information. It's a digital minefield."
"Can you break through it?" Xavier asked.
