The next day, Ceres set out to secure some hard cash. Walking into a physical bank branch as Jamie Malvar without a proper disguise was out of the question—it would practically invite a paper trail. Instead, she used Eli's laptop to execute a covert electronic transfer from Jamie's account straight into Belle's.
(Are you absolutely sure about this?) Belle's voice trembled with anxiety in their shared mind. She was practically vibrating with fear that they would be flagged for fraud, thrown into prison, and leave Neon entirely defenseless. (Ceres, please, let's stop. We can find a legal way to make money. We can do something else.)
[Just leave it to me,] Ceres countered, her mental voice a cool shield against Belle's panic. [I know how to mask a digital footprint. You won't have any issues. Just sit back and chill.]
(Chill is physically impossible for me right now!)
