“Scotty!” Sprite yelled, her distant voice over their headsets serious but not panicked. “I need that exit now!”

“Portal at 8.9.7 in three, two, one, mark!” Scotty said.

Vapor swapped monitor views, leaving their own system to the background. “She’s through!” Vapor yelled, Sprite’s signal suddenly vanishing from the quad.

“I’m reading her,” Darkholm said, monitoring the shopping site where they had directed her drastic plummet from encryption.

“Portal’s closed,” Scotty said. “The quad is in lockdown.” Vapor’s own image of the quad flashed red and the further details from the data stream were now jumbled characters and nonsense text.