For what its worth

3.3.5.7.6

Atlas stared at Dean, thinking about the number combination and the word that didn't seem to have any connection. After a moment, he nodded.

"The letters of a keypad," he muttered, watching Dean shrug.

"Heard him say that to the support team during his training in my department when they came to check his PC," Dean remained indifferent. "The guy always unplugs his mouse or keyboard and then reports that something's wrong with his computer to avoid more work."

Atlas didn't care about that detail—he only needed a lead.

This may or may not be a useful lead, but it was worth considering.

"I see." Atlas nodded and turned to leave.

At the same time, Dean jumped from his spot and rushed to him. In just a few seconds, he was already standing beside Atlas by the door.

Atlas paused, hand on the door handle, his eyes slowly meeting Dean's. "What?"