Before Elias could question how a text-based server could request a biometric scan, the webcam light on his terminal flickered on. A thin red beam scanned his retina in a split second. He recoiled, knocking his chair back.
Most IT guys would have walked away, logged a ticket, and gone back to energy drinks. But Elias was a hacker at heart, or at least, he liked to think he was. He opened his toolkit—a collection of brute-force scripts he’d cobbled together from coding forums. require-administrator-privileges-autodata-345