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    “Got it! Let’s give Kolton a crash course in how cyber warfare is really done.”


    In another location, Maia watched her subordinate falter before finally stepping in herself. She logged into her ount and issued amand to all Pris members.


    “Everyone, get online. Time to strike back!”


    A message popped up in the group chat almost immediately.


    “I need backup here! Sending the coordinates now!”


    One by one, Pris operatives from every corner of the world began to connect.


    A flood of attackmands erupted all at once, relentless and precise. With both ST and Pris fully mobilized, a storm of crimson data trails surged from global nodes, all zeroing in on the ship’s digital framework.


    Never before had ST and Pris, the two most dangerous hacker syndicates,unched a joint operation.


    Their reason for joining forces remained a mystery, but their coordination was wless. Every line of code struck like a weapon, driven by a shared mission — to destroy the cargo ship’s critical systems.


    Meanwhile, across the city in Kolton’s office, every monitor in the room suddenly shed crimson as the shrill wail of rms filled the air.


    Panic overtook one of the covert operatives as he shot upright, hisplexion drained of all color.


    “Sir, something’s wrong! The operating system is copsing!”


    Kolton jolted out of his chair in disbelief.


    “What’s happening? Have you checked on the cargo ship?”


    The thought that their enemies could break through the operatives’ internalwork had never crossed his mind.


    Fumbling for backup, one covert operative reached for hismunicator. But after he heard the reply, his movements grew unsteady, and he nearly lost his footing.


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    Kolton’s anger rose as he shouted,


    “Exin yourself! What is happening right now?”


    The operative responded,


    “They’ve locked us out of the ship’s navigation and broken through to the propulsion controls. Every safeguard we had has failed.”


    Frustration etched deep lines into Kolton’s face. He cared little for the technical jargon and wanted nothing but the bottom line.


    “Skip the details — just tell me, is the cargo ship still operational?”


    Nobody answered. The operatives hung their heads, paralyzed by their own defeat.


    In that tense moment, Kolton’s phone buzzed. On the other end, the transport lead for the night’s shipment sounded frantic.


    “Mr. Cooper, we have a critical emergency! The cargo ship’s navigation is down, and the engine system has just overheated — it’s on fire!”


    A deafening st suddenly thundered through the phone as the man tried to exin.


    Kolton flinched, the sharp sound cutting straight through the connection and rattling his nerves.


    Heavy breathing filled the line as the caller struggled to regainposure.


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