But it was still nothing.
The storm outside thundered faintly through the thick glass windows. Lightning flashed briefly, casting sharp shadows across their tense faces.
"Ping the backup satellite," Marco Deluca said. "Try the thermal cams or anything. Give us anything but something."
The young girl clicked furiously through the options, her voice trembled as she answered. "Nothing's responding. It's not just signal interference. It's like… like someone cut us off."
Silas turned toward her sharply. "You think it's a breach?"
Her eyes widened. "I.. I don't know, sir. I… really…"
Marco Deluca interrupted, his voice was low and serious now. "Shut down all outside lines. Lock the internal network. I want eyes on every single exit route from here to California."
The air was thick with tension, as they felt like danger was no longer felt like a possibility, but it was a present in the room.