They drove. The interstate hummed with commuters and trucks belching diesel fog; beyond the city, the marshland flattened the horizon into a pale smear. The sky above thickened, and in the rearview mirror the storm built a forehead—low clouds milling into something with intent.
“What’s X-23?” she asked.
Savannah placed the thumb drive on the table like a confession. “Enough to make them listen,” she said. HardX.23.01.28.Savannah.Bond.Wetter.Weather.XXX...