POV: 3rd person
Zaki’s den looked like something out of a surveillance movie.
The room was dark except for the glow from multiple computer screens lighting up the space in shades of blue and white. Wires ran across the floor neatly, servers hummed softly in the background, and every computer in the room had a different purpose.
One monitored encrypted networks.
One tracked financial trails.
One was built purely for digging through erased records.
And today—
He was going to use all of them.
Zaki cracked his fingers one after the other before dropping into his chair.
“Shall we begin?” he muttered quietly to himself.
Then his fingers started moving across the keyboard.
Fast.
Precise.
The screens flickered rapidly as files opened one after another.
Police records.
Hospital arch
