Encrypted Video; The Major Is Arrested
[In a safe house, tucked away down narrow alleys and behind fake walls, a woman sits on a chair, her eyes closed. Her breathing is slow, but steady, carefully paced. She’s not asleep, but she’s not awake either. She’s unaware of her surroundings, of the faint waft of fresh air through the vents at the floor. She’s retreated into the network, data swimming on the inside of her eyelids.
One of the network phones sits on the table, a cable plugged between it and the ports at the back of her neck. The screen is flashing green, that her presence in the Cult’s computers is undetected. At it’s side, the little “live recording” light is on.]
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One of the network phones sits on the table, a cable plugged between it and the ports at the back of her neck. The screen is flashing green, that her presence in the Cult’s computers is undetected. At it’s side, the little “live recording” light is on.]
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