Tag leaned back and stretched as he completed his third break in today.
The firewalls that the companies were so proud of had been picked apart so easily by him and his team of six.
Spinning his chair around, he noticed that he was completely alone in the base, well almost completely alone.
All the others had apparently gone out—probably to the game lounge—leaving only Spectra, who was curled up on the couch, fast asleep.
Tag smiled as he stood up and slowly approached her, careful not to wake her up. Getting close enough, he crouched to eye level and studied her quietly.
Her hoodie had slipped slightly off one shoulder, and a strand of hair had fallen across her cheek.
Her fingers were still curled around the edge of the throw pillow she was hugging, as if she'd dozed off mid-rant about something annoying, probably by the most recent hack she thought was going to prove a challenge.
She looked peaceful. That in itself was rare.
