Maxhub [1080p 4K]

Ethan didn't touch the screen. He didn't speak. He just stared.

"Shit," Ethan whispered.

RESET.

The lines connected themselves.

He frowned. "Trace source," he murmured. The MaxHub’s far-field mic array picked it up. A thin, silver thread of light appeared, spiderwebbing from the Shanghai contract back to a shell company in the Caymans, then to a numbered account in Zurich, then to a name he recognized: Viktor Orlov. MaxHub

Orlov was supposed to be dead. A ghost. A rumored puppet master who controlled three percent of the world's rare earth minerals.

The board beeped. A soft, pleasant chime. A notification popped up in the corner: "You have discovered a Level 4 anomaly. Do you wish to initiate counter-measures? Y/N" Ethan didn't touch the screen

The conference room lights snapped on. The door hissed open. Two men in janitorial jumpsuits stood there, but their shoes were brand new leather, and their hands were empty of mops.