The sun set over the Singapore Strait, plunging the financial district into a sea of neon and artificial light. The Marina Bay Sands glowed pink and gold across the water. The Supertrees lit up down below. From the 42nd floor, the whole city looked like a circuit board. Millions of dollars moving every second and nobody knew I was sitting in the dark watching it.
I sat in the dark, empty corner office at the far end of the forty-second floor. No lights. No movement. Just me and the live feed from the server room's hidden cameras on my encrypted laptop. I had changed out of the suit and into a black tactical base layer. No armor. No weapons. I wasn't planning to engage, but I wasn't going to be caught unprepared. Singapore police don't mess around.
The office was a tomb. 5000 square feet of silence. The only sound was the faint hum of the AC and the server fans down the hall.
