Adam grabbed his phone to call their network manager, but his own account was locked out. The hacker had changed the 2FA, the backup emails, everything.
While Adam kept the hacker talking in the chat, pretending to negotiate, Justin crawled behind the massive green screen wall. The hacker, focused on the main camera feed, didn’t see him unplug the studio’s main router from the physical hardware bypass.
“It’s a hacker,” Justin whispered, his face pale. “They’re inside our master control.”
Boxy laugh.