Page 406 of Black Reign

Think of ARGUS like a vast hotel with millions of rooms.

Blackwell's normal security records who enters, what doors open, what elevators move, what keys are used.

Papa built something else.

His layer watches the people who can alter those records.

The ones who can make an open door appear closed.

Delete a visitor.

Change a key.

Rewrite history.

Brilliant.

Also incredibly annoying.

Because there are decades of activity buried inside it.

Xavier and his father have been trying to find the intruder by following unusual access.

Wrong approach.

I knew it an hour ago.

I have been attempting patience.

It doesn't suit me.

“Again,” Senior says. “Filter external authentication against restricted administrative accounts.”

Xavier does.

Thousands of records disappear.

Still too many.

“Now isolate foreign access.”

I close my eyes.

Mon Dieu.

Xavier looks over his shoulder.

He knows.

“Don't.”

“I said nothing.”

“You made a sound.”

“I breathed.”

“You breathed judgmentally.”