Elias clicked 'Extract.' The cooling fans in his workstation shrieked as the processor struggled with the ancient, proprietary encryption.
As the archive decompressed, the files didn't look like data. They were audio logs—thousands of them, each only a few seconds long. He clicked the first one.
Elias leaned in, his breath fogging the glass. The camera was pointed at a heavy, reinforced door—the very door to his basement office. On the screen, a shadow moved in the hallway outside.
He looked up from the monitor. The hallway was empty. He looked back at the screen. The shadow was closer now, reaching for the handle.
