C31 THREADS OF RETRIBUTION

Donna

I had spent the last 8 hours twisting my pain into an intricate ploy, searching the dark web for a worthy accomplice. Now, here I was, in this A-list hacker’s dark bunker, lit only by the soft glow of the multiple screens that lined the walls. On a plate at the side of the table laid stale pizza, fast-food wrappers and squashed energy drink cans.

I had contacted him some hours ago