All the new team members with Dr. Lopez turned toward the lab stations and immediately began their research, voices low and hurried.
Hunter seized the moment. He slipped quietly to the side, his eyes darting around before settling on a computer terminal.
The screen blinked with a heavy security lock.
Hunter's jaw clenched, but his fingers flew across the keys without hesitation.
Lines of red code flooded the monitor, warning intrusions, but green strings of Hunter's override commands pushed through.
His hands moved like lightning, the keys clattering under his touch.
Within minutes, a progress bar filled—the entire research archive was siphoned.
Every formula, every patient record, every experiment file—downloaded. With a final keystroke, he planted a virus deep in their system.
It sat there, silent and invisible, waiting to spread.
Hunter slipped out of the chair, blending back into the shadows.
