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The other five players in the lobby screamed in chat before their names went dark, one by one. Disconnected.

Root’s final message appeared, typed in the bright yellow of a scrambled egg:

But a new folder sat on his desktop, one he’d never created. proxy domains shell shockers

His heart hammered. He mashed the keys. Nothing.

"You're using a proxy," Root typed. "A little tin can and a piece of string. I own the telephone exchange." The other five players in the lobby screamed

"Look at you, Sgt. Scramble. You're not a soldier. You're an egg. Unprotected. Unencrypted. All I needed was one of you to click the link."

No "UnregisteredHyperion" spamming grenades. No "Yolk_God" quick-scoping from the hay bales. Just a single, motionless egg with the username: proxy domains shell shockers

Leo typed: "u new?"