He slammed his palm on the tablet. A command he'd hidden in the system fired: Activate Prime Day Surge Routing.
Kaelen screamed and raised her gun. But Elena was faster. She ripped the lanyard off her neck and threw the USB into the spinning turbine of the 767's engine.
"One of our regional managers, a woman named Elena Vasquez, was running Prime's expansion into the Triple Frontier region. She found something she shouldn't have: the Los Zetas Oscuros cartel is using our delivery network to move fentanyl precursors. They’ve hacked our routing system—creating 'phantom trucks' that disappear from the manifest for six hours at a time."
Marcus smiled. "You're right. It cares about metrics ."
"Get down," he told Elena.
One Tuesday, his boss, a chipper VP named Carla, called him in. "Marcus, corporate has a 'special project' for you. High-priority. Same-day."
But on his desk, hidden under a rejected shipment of yoga mats, was a new tablet. A single message glowed on the screen: "Los Zetas Oscuros is fractured, but not finished. They know your name. They know your route. Recommend you activate 'Subscribe & Save' on your body armor. — E" Marcus smiled, cracked his knuckles, and opened a new delivery manifest.
They ran through the back dock, past abandoned conveyor belts. Marcus's tablet beeped—he had already loaded a custom route into the Amazon Flex dispatch system.