Chapter 103

Chapter 103:

She turned her screen toward them. “See these timestamps? 2:14 AM. 3:47 AM. No one from the engineering team was here.”

“Stolen credentials,” Alexander suggested.

“Maybe. But look at this entry. The biometric scan registered as Louis Brown, one of our senior electricians. At 4:30 AM on a Sunday.”

“Could someone have faked his biometrics?” Camille asked.

Hannah shook her head. “Not easily. Our system uses multiple validation points: fingerprint, retinal scan, and voice recognition.”

Camille and Alexander exchanged a look. “So either Louis is involved, or someone forced him to provide access.”

“Either way, we need to find him.” Alexander pulled out his phone.

“Wait,” Camille placed her hand over his. “If he is working with Rose and Herod, and we confront him directly…”

“They’ll know we’re onto them,” Alexander finished. “But we also can’t let these modified blueprints remain in the system.”

Hannah looked between them. “I can create a new set of blueprints with the correct specifications. Upload them as an ‘updated version’ rather than flagging the current ones.”

“Would that work?” Camille asked.

Hannah nodded. “It’s standard procedure to issue revisions. No one would question it.”

“Do it,” Camille said. “But keep the modified versions for evidence.”

While Hannah worked, Alexander pulled Camille aside. “We need to watch Walsh without alerting him. If he’s their inside man, he could lead us to Rose and Herod.”

“I agree. But we also need to check every other system. If they compromised the blueprints, what else might they have accessed?”

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For the next hour, they reviewed security protocols, testing procedures, and implementation schedules. The sabotage was comprehensive, clearly the work of someone with both technical knowledge and access to Kane Industries’ most secure systems.

By three in the morning, Hannah had uploaded the corrected blueprints. Alexander had arranged surveillance on James Walsh, using his own resources to avoid potential leaks.

Camille stared at the glass wall covered in Hannah’s markings, each representing a potential disaster averted. Rose hadn’t just tried to destroy the Grid; she had tried to destroy Camille’s reputation, her future, possibly her freedom if the failures had been blamed on negligence.

“We should get some rest,” Alexander said softly. “Hannah’s nearly asleep at her keyboard.”

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