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Chapter 6 - The trap
Author: Milky-Ink
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The hum of the servers was the only sound left in the room. Malik stood in the cold glow of the screens, the backup drive in his hand like a live wire. “Start with a sandbox,” he said. “Nothing connects to the main network until I say.”

Elena nodded and began isolating the drives. “You’re really going to bait him?”

“He wants to watch me bleed,” Malik replied. “Let’s give him a show.”

He slid the flash drive into a quarantined terminal. A cascade of data filled the screen, numbers, ports, pings, each one a trail waiting to be followed.

Malik’s fingers moved quickly, weaving a false path: a phantom account under his own name, packed with fabricated financial records and a dummy password file.

Elena watched. “You just made yourself the world’s most interesting target.”

“Exactly.” He leaned back. “Every hunter follows the easiest scent. Once he takes the bait, we’ll trace the callback route.”

They waited. The air in the room felt charged, electric.

At 3:17 p.m., a ping. Then another. The
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