You Infiltrate. I Make Them Apologize on Their Knees.

Every clue converged on Cloud Harbor Data Center, nominally owned by a shell company but powered through Skyvault's account. “Facial recognition at the front entrance,” Two said. “No public plans for the basement. Forced entry success: twelve percent.” Lu Chen searched his twenty thousand new commissions for “Cloud Harbor.” An operations engineer had posted three hours earlier: “Ransomware locked our servers. Restore them before six. Company forbids police. Paying two hundred thousand.” Lu Chen accepted. [Generating skilled avatar: Network Infiltration Specialist, 03.] Silver light formed beside the servers. Three appeared in a black hoodie. His first words were, “It isn't ransomware. Someone is deleting evidence.”