“What’s gone wrong?”
No sooner had Mila asked than she realized her mistake. She quickly backtracked, “Forget I said anything.”
She knew about the project—at least part of its underlying code. But given its ties to the agency, confidentiality was paramount. This wasn’t something one could casually ask about. She should’ve kept quiet.
Forrest nodded.
“Sorry. I really can’t talk about it.”
He’d signed a non-disclosure agreement, after all. The Federal Security Bureau project embedding the CN algorithm was his responsibility. It wasn’t just about system security, but also about large-scale data processing—closely linked to the intelligence division.
Even the slightest leak would be dangerous.
This time, although there’d been an external cyberattack, the defenses had held; the system even managed to trace the signal back. There was no actual loss. Still, the fact that the organization had been targeted at all was a grave matter. Such an incident would not be tolerated, and a full investigation would be an international affair—discretion was everything.
The signal had been tracked overseas, but its exact source was still unknown. The attackers had layered their encryption well.
As the project’s chief engineer, Forrest couldn’t just walk away now. He needed to stay and steer things. At a time like this, his presence was essential.
Mila might not know the details, but she understood anything tied to the agency was serious. She bit her lip, worry in her eyes. “Will the engagement get in your way? If it’s too much, we can postpone until everything’s settled.”
She knew how to distinguish the important from the trivial.
Her own safety, as significant as it seemed, paled in comparison to matters of national security. Besides, she’d been in charge of part of the algorithm’s source code herself; she knew its power, and she knew the Bureau’s jurisdiction. She could guess what had happened—almost certainly something with the information systems.
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