At 10:00 AM, the target moved. A refrigerated truck left a warehouse in Thane, purportedly carrying frozen poultry. In reality, it housed a mobile server capable of broadcasting the final sequence of the hack.
Vikram fought his way through the remaining guards, his ears ringing from the chaos. He reached the server. His tech expert’s voice crackled through a backup radio: "Vikram, you have ten seconds. Pull the red thermal sync, not the power cable, or the whole thing self-destructs!"
Vikram grabbed his jacket and headed for the garage. He knew where they were going. There was a "dead zone" near the old docks—the only place where the upload could be completed without satellite interference.
