Lex, Ethan, and Cam were chilling.
Feet up, half a pizza box open between them, monitors glowing in the dim room. The tension from earlier had worn off; they'd done their job, planted the spyware, secured the backdoor, and left no obvious traces.
Easy money.
Lex leaned back, tossing a stress ball in the air. "See? What did I say? Flawless." Ethan exhaled, stretching. "I still feel weird about it, though. The client's real hush-hush about what they actually want. Feels sketch."
Cam snorted. "Bro, everything about this gig is sketch. But it's money, and I like money."
Lex rolled their eyes. "You overthink too much. No one even knows we were there. We're ghosts."
And right as they said that—
BEEP.
A loud, angry system alert flashed across the screen.
All three of them snapped forward, chairs creaking.
Cam's fingers flew to the keyboard, Ethan swiped open the logs, Lex squinted at the data stream. "What the—"
Unauthorized breach detected.
Intrusion at 23.4.4.8.
