Ana stares at the laptop screen until her eyes water. Numbers, codes, encrypted files—everything Thompson gave them looks like digital gibberish.

"This is useless," she says, pushing back from the desk. "I'm a doctor, not a computer scientist."

Dr. Martinez, the Venezuelan intelligence specialist, looks up from his own laptop. "The encryption is military grade. But there has to be a medical access point."

"Based on what?"

"Thompson mentioned medical professionals specifically. He wanted ...