Too Late to Hold Me Back novel Chapter 997

Their primary objective just now had been securing the motel owner's contact information, which was the key to hacking into the building's network.

With it, they could access his directory; from here on out, Mira could intercept every single call he made.

"We're in, Owen. We have full control over the surveillance now."

Mira had initially worried that foreign servers would put up more of a fight.

"The setup here is pretty basic. Mavaria's systems are already world-class,"

Owen replied.

"He's making a call."

The two of them successfully intercepted the owner's conversation:

"Ms. Delaney, Mercer and Lance just came looking for me."

"Warren, what did they want?"

"They gave me a hundred grand in Mavarian currency to map out the danger zones around here for them."

"Did you do it?"

"Of course. I mostly stuck to the truth, but I marked the syndicate's investment territory—the most dangerous sector we have—as a safe zone."

"Good work.

Keep taking their money and do whatever they ask. Just make sure you report everything back to me."

...

Warren Milton was the motel owner Mira and Owen had just spoken to, and Ms. Delaney was none other than Mishka.

Owen looked at Mira. "Mishka already bought out this motel.

If I had to guess, she's bought out every single place our Mavarian people are staying at.

Pass this intel on to Dominic."

Mira was just about to hit send when a figure appeared on the surveillance feed; it was Daisy from the front desk.

Mira checked the time. It was exactly ten o'clock.

"Let's notify Mr. Whitlock and head out now."

By midnight, the streets would be empty, but security would be at its peak. Even the slightest rustle would draw unwanted attention.

It was better to act now while there was still some foot traffic outside, providing natural cover.

After Owen called Hank Whitlock, Hank texted him a phone number with a request: "Hack into my motel's surveillance for me."

To avoid arousing suspicion, their tourist groups had split up across different motels, though fortunately, they were all within close proximity.

Mira typed the number into her laptop, and it didn't take long to breach the secondary network. She immediately forwarded the critical data to Mr. Whitlock.

He had brought his secretary along, so his team could handle most of the logistics themselves.

The maps provided by the different factions were now fully cross-referenced; tonight's excursion was all about scouting and confirming the terrain with their own eyes.

After finalizing the timeline with Mr. Whitlock, Mira and her team geared up to leave, only to be interrupted by another knock at the door...