Memory Market
You push a chair firmly against the door to create a makeshift barricade, then disable the flickering bulb to darken the room and avoid drawing attention.You grab a hidden drive from your jacket and initiate the process of securing your most sensitive information, prioritizing its protection before moving forward.Hearing an unsettling noise beyond the back room, you quickly snatch the memory drive and dart out through the café’s rear exit, ensuring you stay ahead of whatever—or whoever—might be approaching.Ignoring Lira’s protest, you insist she decrypt the memory immediately, even if it risks exposing your position through a detectable data pulse. Your urgency forces her hand, leaving no room for debate.