Gray’s console flared to life—then screamed.

Every monitor in the control tent went white for half a second before the feeds split into violent static, data streams fracturing into unreadable code. The hum of the network had gone from steady resonance to a ragged, thunderous rhythm that shook the ground under her boots.

She didn’t look up.

Her fingers flew across the control surface, isolating the incoming surge, trying to pin the source before it burned through her last intact ...