The following morning, Lucas met Emma at the local café. She was already waiting, her expression grave.
“You shouldn’t be poking around there alone,” Emma said, glancing nervously around. “They’re watching. I’ve seen the drones, the patrols. That place isn’t just abandoned, Lucas. It’s a nerve center for something much darker.
Lucas sipped his coffee, eyes narrowing. “What do you mean? I found uruguay phone number list files—phone numbers, encrypted messages. This isn’t just a data center; it’s a control hub.”
Emma leaned in closer. “Exactly. And those numbers—some of them are linked to high-profile government officials, corporate executives, even military contacts. Whoever built this system is connected to power that runs deep.
He looked at her skeptically. “And you think they’re after me now?
She nodded. “They’re always watching. If you keep digging, they’ll come for you—or worse.
Lucas hesitated, then decided. “I need to see those files for myself. I think I’ve uncovered something important. Something that could change everything.
Emma sighed. “Be careful. I’ll help you decrypt the data, but we have to move fast. They’re closing in.