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Parker walked in, skipping the intimidation. He sat across from her and slid his phone across the table. "I don't care about the snack cakes, Maya. But the guy who owned that locker? He was murdered by people much scarier than a bunch of kids with soldering irons. They’re going to come looking for whatever you accidentally 'liberated' from that secondary unit."

Alden Parker leaned against his desk, sipping a Thai iced tea. "And yet, they didn't take the encrypted drives or the prototype hardware. They took… what, Knight?"

Down in the conference room, the leader of the pack—a sixteen-year-old girl named Maya with neon-streaked hair—wasn't talking. She knew her rights, and she knew the NCIS agents couldn't prove she had the "package." Watch NCIS S19E19 The Brat Pack 720p AMZN WEB-D...

The mood in the room shifted. That locker belonged to a Navy Commander recently found dead in a staged hit-and-run.

Maya’s bravado flickered. She looked at her friends through the glass, then back at Parker. "We thought it was just a dead-drop for high-end gear. We didn't know it was… that." "What is 'that'?" Parker asked. Parker walked in, skipping the intimidation

"A key," she whispered. "But not for a door. It's a hardware wallet. We tried to crack the encryption, but it started a countdown. If we don't put in the right sequence in the next hour, it broadcasts our location to the owner."

The blue light of the monitors washed over the bullpen, but Special Agent Timothy McGee wasn't looking at code. He was looking at a group of teenagers sitting in the conference room—the "Brat Pack," as the night shift had already dubbed them. They weren't your typical street hoods; they were tech-savvy, bored, and remarkably efficient at bypassing high-level security. But the guy who owned that locker

Jessica Knight looked up from her notes. "Snack cakes. Two crates of vintage Hostess snacks and a pallet of energy drinks. But while they were in there, they tripped a silent alarm on a secondary locker—one that wasn't supposed to be on the manifest."