The mansion was alive with the murmur of voices and the soft strains of a string quartet. Samantha mingled with the guests, her identity hidden behind her mask. She danced, she laughed, and she soaked in the opulence of the evening.
“Every box we send out puts a target on our backs. The corporation’s security division—Black Talon—has been hunting us for years. Last month we lost a member. A brilliant coder named Jace —he was the heart of our encryption team. They made an example of him, leaving his body in a warehouse, his eyes still glowing from the nanobots he’d implanted.” samantha boqueteira exclusive