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Coordinates to the offshore server under Meridian’s shell firms, server locations, and names of those who have ever financed the clinic and its projects, one way or the other.
Her eyes narrow, scanning the data.
I hear the sharp intake of her breath.
“It’s real,” she murmurs.
“Every file. Every backup. Everything they’ve hidden.”
She leans in closer, her voice soft but lethal. “Then we dismantle it. All of it,” she says, her tone slicing through the air.Her gaze flickers toward the screen, her eyes sharp as glass. “We wipe this drive,” she continues, her voice calm but purposeful, “and we take every copy with it. Including the offshore server hidden under Meridian’s shell firms.” She glances back at me, her voice tightening. “We can’t just burn it here. We have to erase every backup they’ve stashed away, or they’ll just rebuild it elsewhere.”
I nod slowly, following her logic as it unfolds with ruthless precision.
Meridian’s offshore server isn’t just some distant archive. It’s a fortress of encrypted data hidden behind layers of shell corporations and security protocols, located far from the clinic on servers leased through discreet international holdings.
To destroy it, we will need not only the access keys she now has, but also to initiate a targeted digital wipe using authorized credentials—the only way to penetrate the firewall.
“We take this,” she taps the drive lightly, “then we launch the strike against the offshore server through secure channels they won’t expect. We erase their last defense before they even realize they’re under attack.”
And in that moment, I know there’s no stopping her.
I pull up the last layer of encryption, my fingers steady on the keys.
The server pulses on the screen, waiting for the final command.
“They buried it deep,” I murmur.
She watches me closely, her gaze unwavering. “Unlock it,” she says.
I enter the final code.
The files begin to unlock, one after another.
Blueprints, patient profiles, neural maps, and full documentation of experimental protocols.
The clinic’s entire dark history, laid bare.
She inhales slowly, taking it in, her expression unreadable.
“This is everything,” I say, my voice low.
“It’s not enough to just see it,” she replies, her voice calm but razor-edged. “We can’t just destroy the local copy. We have to hit the offshore backups too. Meridian’s server is their safety net. If we don’t wipe it, they’ll just rebuild elsewhere.”
I nod, the weight of it sinking deep.
“We use this drive to initiate the breach,” she continues, her tone slicing through the static hum of the vault. “With your access and their own system keys, we inject the purge code into the secure channel and wipe the offshore server before they can react. Once that’s done, we’ll burn every local node tied to it.”
Her logic is brutal, but flawless.
“We take this data with us,” she finishes, tapping the drive lightly, her voice cold with resolve. “Then we erase it all. No loopholes. No survivors. And we’ll dismantle every last name involved.”
Her eyes lock on mine, sharp and cutting.
“We watch them fall,” she says, her every word like a strike of a match.
I stare at her, at this force of devastation she’s become.
And I know there’s no turning back.
