Chapter 44 - the counter strike
The rival mogul and his rogue hackers greedily took the bait. As they bypassed Paige's intentionally weakened firewall, they flooded into a highly contained server mimicking the conglomerate's primary offshore bank accounts.
The arrogant oligarch smiled, thinking he had just stolen billions. Instead, the trap snapped shut with devastating finality. Paige’s viral code didn't just lock them out; it violently surged back through their connection.
The virus systematically destroyed the oligarch's incredibly expensive hardware, melting the servers from the inside. "We have their physical location," her chief announced, his voice ringing with absolute authority.
"They aren't in Europe," he continued, pulling up a high-resolution satellite map. "They are operating out of an abandoned commercial high-rise in the downtown financial district. They are right across the street from us."
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Paige’s jaw locked into unyielding stone. The cyber-war was officially over. The physical, bloody reckoning was about to begin. She overrode her door locks, her eyes radiating pure, unadulterated fury. The hunt had begun.
👉 read part 45 to see the apex predator hunt.
