Chapter 57
The proxy server was hidden inside a high-end corporate data center. Domenico did not send a foot soldier; he led the tactical infiltration himself. The elite Falcone operators breached the building through the maintenance shafts, completely bypassing the heavily armed daytime security. They moved like phantoms through the pristine, brightly lit corridors. Domenico wore sleek tactical gear over his crisp dress shirt, his suppressed automatic weapon raised. They reached the server room on the twelfth floor. "Breach," Domenico ordered. The reinforced doors blew inward with a muffled, concussive pop. Domenico stepped into the room, his thermal optics scanning the environment. Five cartel hackers scrambled desperately away from their terminals, drawing sidearms. Domenico fired with blinding, explosive speed. The suppressed weapon coughed, dropping the hostiles with ruthless, surgical precision. There was no dialogue, no hesitation. The cinematic, neutral white lighting of the server room illuminated the absolute destruction. Domenico walked over to the mainframe, producing a highly advanced incendiary device. He set the timer, turning his back on the million-dollar servers. The digital threat was permanently erased.
