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Driver felt the sweat on her face as she breathed warm air into the black cotton bag. Her steps echoed in pace with her abductors’ over a solid concrete floor. The journey hadn’t taken long. No more than five minutes before they’d stopped and hauled her out of the van. Driver had heard the screech of a rising metal shutter, felt the motion of the van rolling downwards and the chill on her palms as they marched her along.
Her captors added up to no more than two. They conversed in German, but couldn’t disguise their Russian accents. Whatever this was, the operation was international – spanning two European countries, at least.
As for Mo’s deep web contact, her involvement seemed to stop with the initial introduction, sourcing would-be hackers off forums on the deep web.
The two men wh
