Empty cans of cheap energy drinks, stale snack wrappers, and open soldering kits surrounded her chair like artifacts of a long war.
She hadn't slept a wink in days.
"...They're using ability holders now... Blac Corporation must've reinforced their firewalls with live psychic nodes..."
She muttered under her breath.
Each syllable sounded more hoarse than the last.
Her dry eyes barely blinked as she dragged a block of malicious code from one screen to another.
She frowned fiercely, trying to punch a hole through Blac Corporation's systems again.
But it appeared they were ready for her this time.
Though it wouldn't last long.
Psychics cost way too much, even for the world's richest conglomerates to keep them hired permanently on server duty.
She just had to wait them out. Be patient, and strike when the contract expired.
With a slow, agonizingly creaking motion, she stood up.
Her stiff bones popped.
