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"Package is extracted. is on the drive. Move out."
The flashbang was a white-hot scream in the dark. In the two seconds of disorientation that followed, the team flooded the room. Miller didn’t look at the fallen guards; his eyes were on the terminal. The progress bar on the physical transfer drive hit 100%.
"Files secured," the tech specialist, 'Ghost', grunted, yanking the thumb drive from the port.
The rhythmic thwack-thwack-thwack of the extraction fans was the only sound in the staging area until Sergeant Miller clicked his radio.
Outside, the sirens were already wailing—a late response, but a loud one. The cartel's private security wasn't going to let v0.34 walk out the front door.