The breaching charge detonated, a concussive wave that shattered my vases and blew the steel door off its hinges. Smoke poured into the foyer.

Harrison stepped through, an assault rifle lowered but ready, moving with the arrogance of a man who owned the world. “Secure the perimeter!” he shouted.

“Find the servers!”

He marched to my office and kicked the cracked door open, a sneer forming. “I told you, Claire. You don’t play games with—”

He stopped. His eyes flicked from my face to the glowing monitors behind me.

He saw the official seals. He saw the grim, furious face of the Inspector General staring back at him in high definition.