“The pastor’s car is already pulling onto the lane.”

He ignored her and typed a thirty-two-character bypass string into the administrator command prompt.

A black dialog box popped up in the middle of the screen for half a second before disappearing into a solid wall of bright blue text.

“The server array in the east wing has already gone offline,” Ethan said, hitting the backspace key three times.

“The remote wipe command is failing on every local terminal.”

Victoria put her glass down on the mahogany table with a sharp click.