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The first thing to go was Anja's headset.
One moment she was tracking signal fluctuation. The next, her breath hitched - eyes dilated - and the screen bathed her face in white. Then static. Then screaming.
"Kill the feed!" Jakob lunged for the console, but his hands froze mid-motion. Trembled. Too late.
Caroline was already inside.
Not a hack.