Part 13: The Secret Vault
While Marcus secured the Zurich accounts, I arrived at a condemned industrial warehouse on the outskirts of Newark.
The forensic data summaries indicated that Richard had leased this specific storage unit under an employee's name.
The metal doors creaked loudly as my security team cut through the heavy iron padlocks with a saw.
Inside, the space was cold, smelling of old grease, industrial canvas, and hidden rot.
Dozens of wooden crates were stacked against the concrete walls, hidden beneath thick layers of industrial tarpaulin.
I opened the first crate with a crowbar, pulling away the excelsior packing material to reveal the contents.
It contained twenty-four high-value server terminals that had vanished from our primary data center during the raid.
"Richard didn't just steal the financial ledgers, Harrison," Naomi Pierce announced, examining the hard drives.
"He cloned the entire operational matrix of our firm, hoping to sell the source code to a competitor."
The unredacted file directories showed forty corporate design files ready for an immediate digital transmission to Asia.
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"They thought the police sweep would only focus on the residential properties and the bank accounts," Naomi added.
"But they completely forgot that every single server frame requires an active biometric handshake from your office to function."
