Alex’s hand moved to close the terminal. But it was already typing again:
He scanned the rest of the manifest. Eighteen deliveries. All to medical labs, military bases, or CDC facilities. All dated for dates that hadn’t happened yet. And at the very bottom, a line of plain English, not SCS script:
“SCS Extractor -1.50- - Direct Download,” the title read. No flashy icons, no “updated daily” promise. Just a plain-text link from a user named *GhostData_. No avatar, post count: 1.
April 2026. That was eighteen months from now.
His webcam light flicked on—then off.
His heart thumped. He opened the file. It listed real-world locations. Not generic depots, but exact GPS coordinates. Next to them, cargo names that made no sense for a trucking game:
