Elias pulled his hand away from the mouse. He didn't refresh. Instead, he copied the file to a physical drive and pulled the power. The room went dark, but the surveillance cameras stayed on. The Aftermath
When the power returned, file was gone. The logs showed a seamless transition from 23552 to 23554 once again. But Elias still has the physical drive in his pocket. He hasn't watched the rest of the video yet—he's too afraid to see what happened at 14:23.
Against every protocol in the manual, Elias opened it. The video didn't show a street corner or a bank lobby. Instead, it was a fixed shot of a desk—his desk—taken from an angle that shouldn't have been possible. In the video, Elias saw himself sitting in the same chair, wearing the same coffee-stained shirt, looking at the exact same screen.
As the clock hit 14:21:55, Elias realized the file wasn't a glitch; it was a warning. He watched the video-Elias grow increasingly frantic, pointing at the server rack behind him. In the background of the footage, a shadow was moving—something that didn't belong in the high-security Hub.