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Prologue 1: The Agent and the Hacker New York. Summer. Approx 11pm Tuesday night. They call it the city that never sleeps and for good reason too. People coming and going. Cars constantly hurrying down the streets. Shops opening and closing at all hours of the day. All of this remains true to one person. Down a dark street stand an old run down apartment building. Made of red brick it has stood the test of time and endured all forms of weather and abuse. Within its confines though an individual is hard at work. A poorly lit room, messy with food wrappers and containers. The low hum of computer fans all working together and the light sound of