Voss stared at him for a long moment. Then she turned, gestured to her men, and walked out into the dust and the dark.
The progress bar flickered.
The first shotgun blast buckled the door's top hinge. Dust rained from the ceiling. Leo's screen wobbled on its stand.
[Your Name Here]
It wasn't the speed that killed the download; it was the silence.
He didn't answer. His fingers found the manual override for the cooling system. He cranked it to maximum. The hum became a roar. The Mach 4 connection needed every scrap of thermal headroom.
"Ninety percent."