You’re in a prison transport bound for whatever hole they put data-thieves in nowadays. They put a lock on your neural implant to stop you from hacking anything but you can still detect the jammer that they set up as an extra precaution.
But the jammer is suddenly disabled, and you know that it’s time. You and the guard across from you are thrown over as something heavy rams into the transport. The feeling of motion stops. Gunfire.
The keypad on the door suddenly activates. A decryption key is running.
The guard sits up. “What’s going on? Are you doing this?”
I rattle my handcuffs. “It’s not me but clearly you’re being hacked.”
The automatic door to the back of the truck unlocks and slides open. Zero and three other men armed with assault rifles and standing there.
“I never said thanks for saving me,” says Zero. “Come on, we got work to do.”
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