MaxX barrels through her apartment door. A tin of YucaBean. Uniform off. Plugged in. Online. Music up, and loud. Good. NBN had been busy, or so she heard. A new orbital network was launched, largest in the system. Zettabytes of traffic. Liked the challenge. MaxX jacked in, narrowing her sights on the nearest relay. A messaged leaped from her rig: she had been located. They knew where she was. MaxX smirked. Good. “Come find me,” she muttered, not fully knowing what she was about to begin.