Elias leaned back, a tired smirk playing on his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about. I was just trying to download a vintage wallpaper."
The lead Enforcer stormed in, scanner sweeping the room. "Where is the data?"
"Come on," he whispered, his finger hovering over the 'Kill' switch. If he cut the power too early, the file would corrupt. If he waited too long, the Enforcers would find more than just a laptop; they’d find him. The bar turned green. Complete.
The front door splintered inward just as Elias yanked the drive from the port. He didn't run for the fire escape. Instead, he dropped the tiny plastic stick into his cold cup of coffee and held up his empty hands.