Chapter 48
“Hey, you guys have some great bandwidth here,” Rikka was punching out through the Red Hook Container Terminal’s router and then reached the Port Authority of New York and New Jersey’s firewall.
The Port Authority surveillance guys didn’t look very happy about it, but that was the FBI’s problem.
For once the Feds were watching benevolently over her shoulder rather than busting down her door. Which was kind of cool even if she didn’t plan on making a habit of it.
The firewall was busy.
Fifty thousand or so tasks were cycling through the servers at the moment. Requests for e-mails, files-sharing, end-of-shift porn, whatever. With a couple of keystrokes, she bought herself some serious bandwidth by breaking all of those requests and temporarily killing the password service so
