Miradore Security ((install)) -

Lena smiled. "Already done, sir. Miradore doesn't wait for permission. It just secures."

The air in the Miradore command center was cold, kept at a strict 18°C to keep the servers and the agents alike from overheating. Lena Torres stared at the globe on the main screen. It wasn't a map of countries, but of vulnerabilities. Ninety thousand endpoints—laptops in London, tablets in Tokyo, ruggedized phones on an oil rig off the coast of Angola—pulsed with soft green light. miradore security

A pause on the line. "Lock him down. I want a bit-for-bit image of that phone before he hits the elevator." Lena smiled

A calm, synthesized voice replied.