Bati Hotel was a pretty nice place. At the very least, it looked impressive from the outside.
And once the people who usually gathered there were cleared out, the surroundings offered wide-open sightlines. One side faced the beach, another stood above the road, and roads ran around the other two sides. An entire street separated it from the unfinished buildings opposite, whose occupants were either Voodoo Boys themselves or locals with close ties to them.
The sun shone high overhead, and the people of Pacific State steered clear of the place. In surroundings like these, even the slightest movement stood out.
Physically, strangers were kept away. On the network side, there was no telling how much security equipment the Voodoo Boys had installed inside and outside the building. In theory, it was secure.
But the better people were at something, the more easily that very thing could trip them up.
The Voodoo Boys excelled at network technology. Even Network Watch couldn't deal with them in short order. They were confident. Very confident.
Under the sun, Mait swallowed, staring fearfully at Bati Hotel in the distance. Usually, he was on high alert whenever he passed a Pacific State local, but today he was far too nervous-
He had to walk into that forbidden zone belonging to the Voodoo Boys alone.
The Voodoo Boys' wireless network hadn't come back online. That made sense. After all, turning the network on before repairing their security servers would leave them vulnerable to attack.
Of course, perhaps they had already restored some of it, using low-profile channels for basic communication.
Low-profile communications meant both the channels' data capacity and the servers' security thresholds were very low, making it difficult to launch a lethal attack that way.
So physically plugging straight into their internal network was the