The mood in the van was serious.
Jonah leaned his head back against the seat. The mental exhaustion from controlling Cipher, from pushing its senses through solid walls and then through a storm of data, made his body ache. He could still feel the painful sensation of phasing through walls, the overwhelming noise of the server data. It had all been for nothing.
"So, they're gone," Draven said from the front, his voice a low growl of frustration. He punched the dashboard with enough force to make the console rattle. "Scrubbed the whole place clean. We're back to square one."
"Worse than square one," Seraph corrected, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed as she stared at the glowing Aethelred tower. "Now they know we're looking. They'll be digging themselves in deeper than a tick."
The trail was lost. The mission was a bust. Jonah could feel the last bits of hope dying out in the cramped space. All that was left was to pull his ghost out of their empty machine.
