The alarm blared from the floor below, a shrill, insistent cry that cut through the relative quiet of the trackers' office. Heavy boots pounded down a distant Guild corridor, the sound rapidly growing closer.
"Party's over," Fin stated, his voice flat. He glanced at Arachne, who was still at the main console. "Status?"
"Virus deployed," she reported, her fingers a blur across the interface. Lines of code scrolled, then screens flickered and died. "Local data corruption initiated. Their immediate tracking capabilities for this sector are offline. Spreading to networked systems will take time, but their eyes are blind here, for now."
"Good enough." No time for a full system wipe. He turned towards the window they'd entered through. "Out. Same way."
Scarlet grinned, wiping her daggers on a dead tracker's uniform. "My favorite kind of exit. Quick and messy." She was already moving towards the window, light on her feet.
