Breaking in

Ethan adjusted the tactical gear strapped to his chest, every movement deliberate, every second accounted for. They had one shot at this. The Time Loop Bank's corporate sector wasn't just heavily guarded—it was built to erase threats before they even got inside. But Ethan wasn't just another threat. He was an anomaly. And he was about to make sure they knew it.

Lyra secured the uplink on her wrist console, running final checks. "Once you breach the perimeter, I can keep their automated defenses blind for about ninety seconds. After that, you're running against live security."

Ethan nodded. "Ninety seconds is plenty."

The man—still withholding his name, still unreadable—typed a final command into his terminal. "I've looped their entry logs. You'll get past the outer gate undetected, but you'll need to move fast. If someone inside starts watching real-time feeds, the cover won't hold."

Ethan didn't need the warning. He already knew the risks. He exhaled, steadying his heartbeat. "Let's go."

The access point was an underground maintenance tunnel, barely used, barely documented. Lyra had intercepted schematics that showed an old service door leading into the lower data archive. If the intel was right, it would get them close to the vault where Cassandra's signal had last been traced. If it was wrong, they wouldn't make it out.

They reached the access panel. Lyra tapped into the system, bypassing the lock in under three seconds. The door slid open without a sound. Ethan slipped inside first, weapon drawn, every muscle coiled for an ambush. The corridor stretched in front of them, dimly lit, sterile. No movement. No sounds.

Lyra followed, sealing the door behind them. "So far, so good."

Ethan moved forward, every step measured. They navigated through the lower levels, weaving between server stacks and dormant terminals, following the route the man had mapped for them. The deeper they went, the colder the air became, the hum of processing units vibrating through the walls.

Then Lyra froze.

Ethan caught the shift in her stance, the way her shoulders tensed. "What?"

She turned her wrist console toward him. The live security feed had just updated. A single red marker blinking at the far end of the next corridor. Not a guard. Not a drone.

A motion-triggered erasure unit.

Ethan's pulse slowed. The Time Loop Bank didn't just secure its vaults with physical barriers. It protected them with timeline suppression. If that thing activated, they wouldn't just be caught. They'd be wiped.

Lyra's voice was low. "We can't trigger it."

Ethan's gaze flicked across the space, analyzing angles, distance, possibilities. Then his lips curled slightly. "Then we don't."

He moved first. Fast. Silent. If the system worked the way he thought it did, it wouldn't react until it had absolute confirmation of an anomaly. Which meant if he was fast enough, careful enough, he could pass through its detection radius before it locked onto him.

One step. Another.

The red marker remained steady. No change.

Then he was past it. He exhaled, turning back to Lyra. She moved next, mirroring his path exactly, every motion precise. She reached his side, her breath controlled but sharp. "Never making that gamble again."

Ethan smirked. "Worked, didn't it?"

She rolled her eyes. "Let's just find that data and get out."

They moved forward. The vault was just ahead. Whatever Cassandra had left behind was waiting. And if they had made it this far, Ethan knew one thing for certain.

They weren't the only ones looking for it.