Leo, heart hammering, crept to the blinds. Across the rain-slicked courtyard, in the building he’d assumed was abandoned, a single window glowed. And on that windowsill sat not a flowerpot, but a row of old, screen-less laptops, their Wi-Fi antennas blinking in eerie synchronization. A silhouette raised a hand. It wasn't waving. It was pointing a small, parabolic antenna directly at Leo’s face.