Three minutes later, a reply. No text. Just a coordinate pair and a time stamp from three hours in the future.
Mara looked at the air-gapped machine, at the cracked zwrap archive still glowing on screen. She had a choice: forward everything to legal and let the lawyers bury it, or grab her go-bag, wipe the drive, and find out what really happened to Lina Chen. zwrap crack
She clicked.