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The progress bar flew across the screen. When it finished, a single folder appeared on his desktop. Inside were three items:

He didn't turn around. He didn't have to. The reflection in his darkened monitor showed a slow, sweeping flash of a turn signal coming from the street below. AI responses may include mistakes. Learn more undercover2.7z

Elias opened a browser to map the coordinates. As the map loaded, his heart hammered against his ribs. The red pin dropped directly onto the empty lot behind his apartment complex. The progress bar flew across the screen

Suddenly, the audio file—which had ended minutes ago—restarted on its own. But the rain was gone. Instead, a voice, low and distorted, whispered through his headphones: "Check the window, Elias. We're still undercover." He didn't have to

: A thirty-second clip of nothing but heavy rain and the rhythmic clicking of a turn signal.