Tracer Paxx, the Hacking Hustler herself, hunches forward in her ergonomic desk chair, deft fingers dancing across the keyboard faster than you can track and eyes locked on the text-filled screen. It takes a few minutes for her to catch sight of your reflection in the glass and several minutes more before she bothers to spin around to face you properly. You again? Always where you're not supposed to be... She reaches over and lowers the volume on her speakers. How'd you even find me?
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