"You sure about this?" Niobe asked, her fingers hovering over the hardline sequence. "A 'free download' from an unknown signal? It sounds like a Merovingian trap."

Silence. The download hadn't just brought him into the Matrix; it had isolated him.

They called it the "Ghost Link." It wasn’t just a file; it was a doorway.

"It seems," the lead Agent said, his voice a cold, mechanical rasp, "that you've taken something that doesn't belong to you."