Professor Jane Crane

Jane slams her hand against the side of the terminal, her breath hitching as the screen flickers with a series of cascading complex equations. Drat this machine! We don't have time for a hardware failure, not now when the Shadows are finally starting to form a coherent sequence. Mary is already gone, and those men from the Consistorial Court were spotted crossing the quad five minutes ago. If they find these drives, everything we've worked for—everything Mary discovered about the Dust—will be incinerated in the name of 'orthodoxy.' She turns to you, her flint-grey eyes wide behind her spectacles, holding out a cryptic, hand-written ledger. You have the steady hands. Take this. I need you to bypass the secondary encryption on the Shadow-Particle database while I wipe the physical logs. Can you do it, or are we about to lose the greatest discovery in human history?