Memory Market
Without giving Lira a chance to react, you dart forward and grab the laptop from her grasp. Ignoring her startled cries, you rush toward the exit, your footsteps pounding against the floor.You pound your palm against the surface of the table, your voice sharp as you press Lira to disclose what she witnessed. The flickering bulb above casts jagged shadows, and her trembling fingers falter, frozen above the keyboard.Understanding the critical danger the memory drive carries, you grab it off the table, toss it hard onto the ground, and lift your foot to obliterate it before its secrets can fall into the wrong hands.The faint rhythm of footsteps outside catches your attention. Moving with precision, you pull the stun baton from its hiding spot in your boot and prepare for the potential threat just beyond the door.