low of three laptop screens arranged in a semi-circle on the desk. L

. She had shed the pink dress and was wearing a black hoodie, the

ttered. "You want to pl

e would force him to move it. She ne

al keyboard. The sound was a rapid-f

k web forum for cor

onymous, encr

rver room of the Reeves to

home office when his phone rang.

ous bounty just appeared on the 'Serpent's Nest' forum. It's for the transp

-a beast of a machine with four monitors. He cracked his knuckles. This wasn't a bru

he bounty post. It was

," he wh

his team to leak a fake transport schedule to a known weak li

m one of her sources an hour la

ng a lollipop into her mout

n his servers, but on his personnel. She cross-referenced the Reeves Gr

asha. "Find me everyone at Reeves Logistics with a mort

icked up. He felt a moment of sa

d. It was a notification from a fi

blog-one known for its aggressive investiga

M Art Purchase: Visionary Move or Desp

e, questioning the company's liquidity and suggesting the purchase was a vanity project to

n his chest, surprising him. It wasn't a hack. It

mous. The source was listed as "a c

ong breath. She hadn't got the logistics, but

heir sleep, murmuring. Imogen's smile faded. Th

his office, looking out at the skyl

... the article is being picked up by ma

aboteur known for this kind of move. Filter for females. And filter for..." He paused, remembering