The monitors went black. In the silence that followed, the only light came from the red laser dots dancing across Julian's chest.
Julian grabbed the external drive, but the door behind him hissed open. The cooling fans of the servers began to scream as they were pushed past their limits. He looked at the screen one last time. The zip file had unpacked itself, but there was no game trainer.
"Julian, get out!" Sarah’s voice rose to a shout. "They’re back-tracing the packet! They aren't interested in the game—they're using the download to jump the air-gap!"
"You sure about this?" a voice crackled through his headset. It was Sarah, his handler, watching the data stream from three time zones away.
"The signature matches the Munich heist," Julian whispered, clicking the download. "If the encryption key for the mainframe is hidden in the trainer’s code, this is the only way in."