"Fun. Profit. Unmitigated hatred. Who knows?" Barbara sighed, wishing that she could just get into this person's head. "I mean...it could be more than one." A farm of hackers would make much more sense, but... "I don't know. Something in my gut is just saying there's a single mastermind behind all this. Some evil puppeteer behind the scenes."
She looked up to Ted, a serious look on her face. "You know hardware. What can I be doing better? I need just a little more speed between my investigation here--" She pointed to her head. "--and the analytics here." She gestured to the computer.