Blue Iris 5.3.8.17 -x64--eng--portable- Access

He clicked open.

A man in a Meridian security uniform, face obscured by a balaclava, holding a tablet. On the tablet: the same Blue Iris interface. But it was his version. The portable one. Someone had found it, or stolen it, or—Elias’s blood turned to slurry—someone had planned for it. Blue Iris 5.3.8.17 -x64--ENG--Portable-

Elias had been that sysadmin. Ten years ago, he’d managed the security network for the Meridian Trans-Alaskan Pipeline—three hundred miles of steel, valves, and permafrost. He’d built a custom version of Blue Iris, the video surveillance software, to handle the brutal cold and the even colder threat of sabotage. Version 5.3.8.17. His magnum opus. He clicked open

Elias’s phone buzzed. Unknown number. He answered. face obscured by a balaclava