Without prejudice meant exactly that!
If the asset broke loose, he would be ripped apart right alongside them!
To him, this woman was a complete and utter psychopath!
If she wanted to die, fine.
But he wasn't going to go down with her!
His face contorted as his eyes darted around the corridor, desperately calculating a way to break free from Joker's iron grip.
If he could just slip away.
If he could just make it to the extraction point, he could board the prepped escape vessel and flee Project Zero-Transit!
Once the asset went berserk, this so-called Ghost Ship of the High Seas was doomed anyway.
Julian, of course, heard the man's terrified rambling.
She intentionally dropped the outer firewall?
Wasn't that essentially holding the door open for the kill command to slide effortlessly into the asset's brain?
Yet, he kept his gaze fixed on Serena's profile.
Her expression remained completely undisturbed, not a flicker of hesitation crossing her features.
His eyes glinted thoughtfully.
But he didn't ask a single question.
From the moment he chose to ally with her, he trusted her implicitly.
He trusted the covert setup she had engineered.
He trusted Hazel Carring's little socialite friend.
He trusted that their ultimate endgames aligned perfectly.
Serena's slender fingers flew across the keyboard in a blinding blur, willingly ushering the highest-tier remote command down the encrypted pipeline straight into the asset's core processor.
Her crimson lips curled into a wicked smile.
They thought the Omega Purge Protocol was their ultimate trump card to wipe the board clean.
But to Serena, it wasn't a destruction sequence at all.
It was an open invitation.
A golden pathway...
Allowing her to piggyback on their remote privileges and dive straight into their central mainframe.
She punched in the final string of code.
The one-way execution protocol instantaneously morphed into The Vengeance Backdoor.
She narrowed her eyes at the real-time coordinates pinging backward across the screen, her smirk growing infinitely more dangerous and arrogant.
When
someone hands you a master key, why on earth would you lock the door?"
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The reflection of scrolling data danced in her clear, predatory eyes. "You take the key..."
"And you invite yourself into their home."
Right at that exact second, the so-called countdown hit its final mark.
Zero.
The commander stared breathlessly at the od, entirely braced for
Specimen Fourteen to go baller
and shatter the glass.
He had plotted his move perfectly: the moment the asset erupted, Joker would be
forced to deal with it.
And in that fraction of a second, he would make his run for it!
It was over.
It was all about to be over.
The asset would tear out of its cage and rip this arrogant little hacker and this
meddlesome Joker into bloody ribbons!
So what if she had wrestled back partial control for a minute?
It meant nothing.
The command was locked in.
No one could stop
No one!
it!
The sheer malice in his eyes practically bled over.
He was coiled like a spring. The
second the clock hit zero, he was et
ready feroll onto his shoulder, scramble to his feet and sprint for the exit.
He bared his teeth in a hideous grin.
He could already picture the exact way the two of them were going to be butchered.