The rain pounded against the rooftop like a war drum. Felix adjusted his earpiece, glancing over at Nicholas, who was already hacking into the security panel. Below them, the city stretched in a chaos of neon and ruin, a war-torn husk of what Jakarta once was.
“Three guards on the next level,” Nicholas whispered, eyes scanning the holoscreen in front of him. “Armed. Moving in rotation.”
Felix exhaled, pressing against the cold steel railing. “We do this fast. Get in, grab the files, get out. No mistakes.”
Nicholas smirked. “Mistakes? Me? Never.”
They moved like shadows, slipping through the maintenance hatch into the ventilation system. Inside the data hub, the hum of servers filled the air, a rhythmic pulse of information coursing through the veins of the Nine Dragons’ empire. Mei Lian’s files had to be here—proof of CPM’s existence, proof of the mind control experiments the coalition suspected.