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A pause.

At 47%, the basement lights exploded. Glass showered down. Lena whimpered, but didn’t cry. At 82%, the computer began to smoke from its ventilation slits, a thin, acrid plume that smelled of burned plastic and burnt sugar.

A long pause. The screen cleared. New text appeared: usb drivers install

Marcus leaned back. His heart was a frantic drum. He waited for the blue screen. He waited for the crash.

He picked up the Leech. It was warm. Pulsing. He slotted it into the USB port. A pause

Marcus’s fingers flew across the keyboard. He bypassed the automatic search. He navigated to a hidden partition on the hard drive—a folder he’d named bait.exe . Inside were the drivers he’d spent two weeks writing. They looked like legitimate communication protocols. But buried in their kernel, deep in the interrupt request table, was the fragmentation bomb.

Marcus paused. His hand hovered over the Enter key. Lena whimpered, but didn’t cry

Marcus looked at Lena. She was staring at the steady green light on the Leech, her one good eye wide.