"It’s a siphon," Julian realized, his fingers flying across the keyboard. "Someone didn't just hack us. They woke up an old 'Demon' script—a Deep-Entry Market operator. It’s designed to stay invisible by taking amounts so small they’re rounded down to zero by the auditing software." "Kill it," Marcus barked.
Julian tried. He executed a hard reset on the gateway, but the string——simply blinked back into existence. It was adaptive. It wasn't just code anymore; it was an echo of a greedier era, a digital ghost that had been waiting for the markets to get fast enough for it to finally feed. dem005GBP_347872118
Julian traced the origin. The trade wasn't coming from their servers. It was being routed through a decommissioned bunker in the Midlands, a place that hadn't seen a human operator in thirty years. "It’s a siphon," Julian realized, his fingers flying