He sat in the back of a rusted van, a hundred meters from Axiom’s employee parking lot. He powered up the Pineapple. Its LED array glowed an ominous teal.
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Kaelen froze. The device wasn't his anymore. The rogue access point flipped— he was now the client, and something else was the access point. His own Pineapple had been back-hacked. He sat in the back of a rusted