Chapter 116: A trap.

Rodney squinted at the computer screen, watching as line after line of encrypted code rapidly scrolled past. His technician's fingers flew over the keyboard as he attempted to crack the access protocols and retrieve any data lurking on the White Manor's central servers. "How's it coming?" Rodney asked, impatience edging into his voice. They were rapidly burning through their window of time before White's substantial private security forces would undoubtedly be alerted to the federal raid. The technician shook his head, never taking his eyes off the display. "This is crazy advanced stuff, multiple nested encryptions and biometrics. Going to take a while to--" A distant clatter echoed from somewhere in the sprawling estate, cutting him off. Rodney's head whipped around instantly, ears straining. It could have simply been one of his team working on their search...or it could be something nefarious. Raising a hand, he clicked on his radio with the other. "Hughes, Garcia, repo