The industrial silence of the Brooklyn waterfront was deceptive. Outside, along the cobblestones of Water Street, the cold November fog rolled in from the East River, draping the brick warehouses in heavy gray silence. Ethan Cross stood by the darkened corner window of the studio, holding a high-frequency RF spectrum analyzer. The device's digital display flickered with rapid, fluctuating spikes in the 2.4-gigahertz band, indicating a persistent, directional burst transmission…
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