The catacombs of the Pacifica Serenity Bible Church, a dark and humid place. The only light came from the screens that surrounded them and the air here seemed to be cooler than outside. The atmosphere was tense and filled with the smell of dank air and the sound of Voodoo boys talking and working blended together to create a harsh cacophony. The floor was littered with discarded electronics and wires, some of which were plugged into the walls and hooked up to computers. In the middle of the chaos, Maman Brigitte stood out.

The netrunners gathered in a semi-circle around her like baby crows around their mother, interrupted only by the buzz of their machinery. She talked, and they listened intently...