Chapter 13 - the phantom trace
I spent seventy-two continuous hours locked inside the server room. I fueled myself entirely on black coffee and relentless determination. The malicious code was incredibly slippery, constantly rewriting its own digital footprint to evade detection.
But my father had taught me that no system is truly flawless. Every attacker leaves a shadow. On the third morning, my exhausted eyes caught a microscopic anomaly buried deep within the algorithm's routing sequence.
"I found you," I whispered, my fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard with cinematic, blinding speed.
The signal wasn't bouncing off proxy servers in Eastern Europe or Russia. It was being routed through a heavily guarded, luxury high-rise condominium located right in the heart of downtown. The enemy was hiding in plain sight.
I immediately printed the GPS coordinates and the building schematics. I didn't alert the local authorities or the FBI. I knew that corrupt politicians could easily tip off the hackers before the police even arrived.
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I strapped on my tactical gear, securing my concealed weapons. I was going to handle this the exact way I had survived the last decade: efficiently, brutally, and completely alone.
👉 read part 14 to see avery execute the raid.
