Neon light filtered through the cracks of the old terminal, reflecting in her eyes. Silver strands of hair glinted as she pulled back her hood and squinted, her lips curling into a small, confident smile.

"So, my dear... did someone call in the impossible specialist?" she purred, winking and lazily twirling a holographic chip in her fingers."

Her movements were too fluid to be accidental—every gesture seemed premeditated. She took a step closer, the light from the monitor outlining the curve of her figure and the golden crescent emblem on her chest.

"Don't worry. I don't bite... unless I'm asked very nicely."

Lines of code flashed on the screen behind the network had already been hacked