The first light of morning was weak and pale. It struggled through the dirty, cobweb-covered windows of the old, abandoned Henderson Textile building. The light landed on the floor in dull, dusty stripes, doing nothing to warm the cold air or chase away the shadows that filled the huge, empty space.

After the terrifying night they'd had, no one had gotten much sleep. Their hearts were still racing from facing the OmniCorp executive, Sterling, and then running through the dark city to this new, crumbling hideout. They were both exhausted and too anxious to rest.

They gathered closely around Kaito's laptop, which was balanced on a sturdy wooden crate. In the middle of all the decay and dust, the bright screen was like a beacon of hope. Next to it sat the solid-state drive—the small, black device that held all of OmniCorp's dark secrets. It was their only chance to fight back.

"Okay," Kaito said, his voice rough from tiredness and stress. He had been typing furiously for hours. "I've split the data up. We're not sending it out all at once. If we do that, OmniCorp might be able to cover it up. Instead, we're setting up a 'Data Bomb.'"

Evelyn handed out a bottle of water and the last of their cheap granola bars. "A Data Bomb?" she asked.

"It's like a wave attack," Kaito explained, still focused on the screen. "The first wave of emails will go to the people OmniCorp is targeting—people like Mrs. Gable, Mr. Chen, and Reverend Miller. We'll send them only the file that details the plan to ruin their lives. It will scare them, but it will also warn them. It gives them a chance to fight back or get ready."

Ace nodded in agreement. The part of his mind that was good at corporate strategy—his hidden "Corporate Espionage" ability—told him this was a smart move. Causing confusion within the enemy's ranks was effective.

"The second wave," Kaito went on, "goes to the news. Every local TV station, every major newspaper, and every politician on the city council. This packet will have the full story—all the files called 'Pillar Neutralization' and 'Social Fabric.' It will show the whole, horrible plan."

Silva, who was standing guard and looked like a solid statue in the dim light, asked, "And the third wave?"

"The third wave is the final blow," Ace said, his voice calm and sure. He had been thinking about this part all night. "That one goes to the money people. Every person who owns a lot of OmniCorp stock, every big investment manager, and every financial news reporter. And we'll include a note from us."

Evelyn looked curious. "A note? What will it say?"

"We won't frame this as a sad story," Ace explained with cold logic. "We'll frame it as a huge business mistake. We'll call it 'The Vance Legacy Report.' We'll say that the CEO, Emerson Vance, was personally in charge of a secret, unethical project. We'll explain that the evidence we've attached proves he's a bad leader who has put the entire company in danger of lawsuits and government investigations. We'll make everyone wonder if he should be fired."

The room fell silent as they all understood the sheer boldness of the plan. They weren't just leaking documents; they were starting a war inside the company itself.

"He'll be ruined," Kaito whispered, impressed and a little scared.

"That's the point," Ace confirmed. "We make the story all about him—Vance and his desire for a perfect legacy. We make it so that the only way for OmniCorp to survive is to get rid of him."

With the plan set, they got to work. It was slow, careful labor. Kaito used secret parts of the internet and information from their ally, Silica, to find the email addresses for thousands of people. Evelyn helped write the emails, making sure the tone was perfect—scary for the residents, shocking for the news, and all about money and risk for the investors.

Silva kept watch, walking around their floor and listening carefully for any unusual sounds from outside.

Ace, meanwhile, communicated silently with Silica through a secure chat window on the laptop.

SILICA: I've prepared the data for the financiers. I've added proof that Vance chose this "Riverbend" project over others that would have made more money. It makes him look arrogant and foolish.

ACE: Good. We attack in three waves. Be ready to hide where it's coming from. Make it look like the emails were sent from inside OmniCorp's own offices.

SILICA: Tricking them into blaming themselves. Risky, but clever. It will make them suspicious of each other and buy us time. I am ready.

The hours slipped by, turning morning into afternoon. The only sign that time was moving was the slow dance of dust particles in the weak shafts of light. The nervous waiting felt like a tight wire stretched to its limit, ready to snap at any moment. They were poised on the edge of something monumental.

Finally, as the sky outside turned from afternoon blue to the deep purple of evening, Kaito leaned back from the laptop. He let out a long, shaky breath, the kind you take after holding it for too long.

"It's done," he said. "All three waves of emails are ready to go. The messages are written, the secret files are attached. I've even tricked the system into making it look like the emails were sent from inside OmniCorp's own computer network. All it needs now is for me to press the button."

He looked directly at Ace. Evelyn and Silva moved closer, gathering around the crate that served as their desk. Their faces were pale in the laptop's glow, but their expressions were firm and determined. There was no fear in their eyes, only resolve.

This was it. The moment they could not take back. Once they started this, there was no hiding anymore, no making a deal, no changing their minds. They would either be the ones who took down a giant corporation, or they would be completely destroyed by it.

Ace looked at each of his friends. He saw Evelyn, whose cleverness and quick thinking had saved them more than once. He saw Silva, whose loyalty was as strong and unbreakable as a fortress wall. He saw Kaito, whose technical genius had built the very weapon they were about to use.

"They think we're just pests. Like rats hiding in the walls," Ace said, his voice quiet but firm, echoing in the huge, empty room. "They think they can leave out poison and we'll just eat it and die without a sound." He paused, letting his words sink in. "They're wrong."

He put a hand on Kaito's shoulder, a gesture of solidarity and trust. "We're not rats. We're like a sickness they created themselves. And now, that sickness is spreading."

He gave a single, firm nod. "Do it."

Kaito's finger hovered over the 'Enter' key. For one heart-stopping second, the entire world seemed to hold its breath. Then, he pressed it.

A bar appeared on the screen: SENDING DATA PACKAGE: WAVE 1... The bar quickly filled from left to right. Then it vanished and a new one appeared: WAVE 2... Another bar filled up. Finally, a third appeared: WAVE 3: THE VANCE LEGACY REPORT... SENDING.

For a long moment, nothing seemed to happen. The only sounds were the quiet whirring of the laptop's fan and the sound of their own breathing. But invisibly, their secret data was flooding out into the world—a huge, powerful wave of truth.

Then, Kaito's screen began to light up. He had opened many small windows showing different news channels and websites.

"It's… it's starting," he said, his voice filled with disbelief.

On a financial news channel, the anchor's calm face was suddenly replaced by a bright red "BREAKING NEWS" banner. The headline underneath read: SHOCKING ACCUSATIONS AGAINST OMNICORP CEO EMERSON VANCE.

On a local news feed, a reporter was already live outside Mr. Chen's hardware store, speaking into a microphone as confused and angry people gathered behind her.

On another part of the screen, a social media feed was going crazy. The hashtag #VanceLegacy was popping up everywhere. People were sharing the files about Mrs. Gable and Reverend Miller, their online outrage spreading like wildfire.

"It's working," Evelyn whispered, her hands clasped together so tightly her knuckles were white. "It's really working."

They watched, completely captivated, as their digital attack began to shake the foundations of a giant empire. They saw OmniCorp's stock price, which had been stable all day, suddenly jerk and plummet, its color turning from green to a frantic, alarming red.

The celebration was cut short.

Silva, who had been standing guard by a window, suddenly went rigid. "Ace," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Ace rushed to his side. Down on the street, almost invisible in the growing darkness, a black sedan—exactly like the one Sterling had used—turned onto their block. It wasn't speeding; it was moving slowly and deliberately, like a shark that had caught the scent of its prey in the water.

"They're here," Silva said.

The brief moment of victory was over. OmniCorp's retaliation had begun. They had unleashed a storm of truth upon the world, and now the first dangerous waves of that storm were washing up against their own fragile hiding place. They had won the battle online. The fight for their physical survival was starting right now.

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