His heart thumped. He yanked the Ethernet cable out of the console’s port. But the console wasn’t connected to the internet—it was air-gapped. He’d made sure of that. The message couldn’t be real. It had to be a leftover string from a custom intro he’d installed, some modder’s signature.
“Let’s see if the physics hold,” Marcus muttered, gripping the controller. FIFA 13 -Jtag RGH-
He’d spent the week modding. Not just kits or balls, but the very soul of the game. His heart thumped
