"Look at you, Sgt. Scramble. You're not a soldier. You're an egg. Unprotected. Unencrypted. All I needed was one of you to click the link."
He heard a soft click from his laptop speakers. Not a game sound. A real one. The sound of a connection being rerouted. proxy domains shell shockers
Leo’s hands were shaking. He looked at the URL bar. had changed. It now read: root.sees.you. "Look at you, Sgt
The other five players in the lobby screamed in chat before their names went dark, one by one. Disconnected. "Look at you
"You're using a proxy," Root typed. "A little tin can and a piece of string. I own the telephone exchange."