They were no longer hacking into the bunker. The bunker was hacking into them. The truth, when Kael uncovered it, was worse than any virus.
But the moment Kael’s ice-pick worm pierced the firewall, something bit back. Cold Hack Wolfteam
Then he was running. The Wolfteam’s network looked like a frozen taiga under an aurora of corrupted code. Trees were data-clusters. Rivers were packet streams. And the sky? The sky was a thousand amber eyes. They were no longer hacking into the bunker