“That’s a death sentence,” Mira muttered. “One signature trace, and the module reports us to the Nexus Enforcement.”
She pressed enter. The rotor hummed to life—disarmed, compliant, hers.
Mira looked at the rotor. Then at the module’s error screen. Then at the hex dump Lin had silently decrypted while she hesitated.
Outside, three enforcement drones changed course toward her coordinates.