She walked into the cyber cafe with that swagger all good hackers are known for. Tommy Hawke, youngest veteran of the Psychedelic Wars, looked at her. He saw the lean confidence, straight black shoulder length hair, and IEEE logo tattooed just above her right wrist. He walked up to her, asked if he could buy her a drink. "What makes you think you're good enough to buy me a drink?" she demanded. "I'm Tommy Hawke." He said. "Who are you?" "I'm Lady K." Recognition dawned in their faces. Truth be told, Lady K. would have gladly accepted a drink from Tommy, but she still has to play hard to get. She opts for a sneer and a challenge. "Let's see if you can handle that piece of computing iron, or if you're just over compensating." Tommy smiles. Tommy breaks out his best piece of attack code, a Morris Worm variant that he only uses on military grade targets. She counters with a Halfinger Phage, and almost beats him when he surprises her with a zero-day backdoor exploit based on an I2C buffer overflow vulnerability. She manages to firewall him out, but not after he managed to get a quick snapshot of her deck's core memory. Exhausted, they call it a draw. Having already attracted too much attention from their impromptu hack-fest, they retire down the road to a small 24-hour diner and spend the night talking and sitting very close to one another. It turned out they both knew T.W. Lee, and that my friends is how Interzone Intelligence was created.
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