The True Prodigy

Her hands froze above the keys. She had already ceased all input, so who on earth had taken control and shielded them? That last onslaught was nothing the department's regular staff could have handled.

The sudden rattle of keys snapped Monica out of her panic-stricken haze. For a heartbeat, she simply stared, pulse thudding in her ears. Someone right beside her was typing—fast.

Don't tell me it's.