“What the fuck is going on, Boris!?” Robert Mueller, the head of security at Phoenix and a former director of the FBI, shouted at his second-in-command. “What exactly are we dealing with?”
The younger man wiped his brow worriedly. “I’m not exactly sure. What I do know is that someone somehow got into our internal servers. We don’t know the extent of the breach or what possible channels allowed it, but our best teams are working non-stop to make sure we catch the perpetrator.”
Robert paced around the room. “That’s not enough. That’s not nearly enough. If we can’t get it fixed immediately...”
Before Robert could complete his sentence, the door to his office opened, and a young man in his early twenties walked in.
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