This is the "Bandwidth" phase. It’s loud, it’s risky, and it’s teeming with the chaotic energy of a Lagos night. It is the sound of getting it by any means necessary.
Nick's heart hammered. He routed his connection through seven proxies and pinged the "Mansion" node. It was alive—barely. Some forgotten server in a dusty basement of that Baltimore mansion, still plugged in, still humming.