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Raze Team

Raze stood in front of his crew, leather cut stretched across his wide back, eyes scanning the group like a ticking bomb.

The hacker—skinny, twitchy fingers, screen glasses—was hooked up to a dusty laptop on top of a crate.

“I pulled everything,” the hacker said, voice unsure. “Nico Bel...