EXT. CITY STREETS — NIGHT
Rain. Elara drives a rusted hatchback through empty streets, windshield wipers fighting a downpour. Kai rides shotgun, watching the mirrors.
KAI
Anyone following?
ELARA
Not that I can see. But if they traced the mirror, they’ve got our ISP logs by now. My name’s on the lease.
KAI
Then we can’t go back.
Elara nods. She knew this the moment the alert fired.
EXT. STORAGE FACILITY — NIGHT
A chain-link fence around rows of corrugated units. No security cameras — Elara made sure of that when she rented the space.
INT. STORAGE UNIT 7C — CONTINUOUS
Elara keys in a code. The unit is bare except for a metal shelf holding three small servers, blinking green LEDs, and a tangle of ethernet cables feeding through a hole in the wall.
ELARA
This is node four of seven. The archive is already fragmenting across the network. No single node holds more than twenty percent.
She plugs in a laptop. A progress bar: 73% synced.