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‘So…’ Melissa said, hovering over Driver.
‘So?’ she replied.
‘So get started,’ Melissa continued. ‘The job is eighty per cent done. You already have access to their systems. Your task is to instigate denial of service.’
Driver turned to face a screen full of code. ‘Piece of cake.’ As Melissa lingered, she swung back around in her chair. ‘Do you mind? I can’t work when people are watching. Hacking and peeing, the same.’
Melissa shrugged and sighed. ‘Sure. You’ve got ten minutes to complete the test.’
Melissa stomped off, muttering to herself about Black Hats and their precious idiosyncrasies. Driver checked her space for prying eyes and slid a rubber link aside on the chunky strap on her watch. She prised out a data stick, replaced the link and plugged the stick into a USB port.
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