Stephanie's POV
My fingers were a blur on the keyboard. This wasn't like the fight with Armstrong. That had been a game of chess. This was a street brawl.
Bishop was good. Scary good. His attacks came from everywhere at once. He wasn't just trying to break the door down; he was trying to tear the whole building down around me. A warning popped up. He'd almost slipped past my main firewall. My heart jumped into my throat. I could feel the phantom sensation of his fingers on my own keyboard, right on my heels.
Sweat trickled down my back. He was brute-forcing his way through my best encryptions. I was throwing up new walls, but he was breaking them down just as fast. For a second, I saw it. A clear path right into my core system. He saw it too. I could feel his digital focus sharpen. He was going for it.
Panic was a cold fist in my chest. He was going to win. He was going to see everything.
