After the progress bar hit a hundred percent and the transfer was complete, she leaned back momentarily, letting the silence settle around her.
Then, with a quiet breath, she clicked out of the transfer window and pulled up her custom-built command center — a dense interface of layered controls, shortcuts, and encrypted pathways.
Her fingers hovered briefly over the keyboard before they began to move with practiced precision.
First, she logged into a private VPN site — one that wasn't on any public registry and required multi-tier authentication just to access. As the page loaded, she navigated through a series of security icons and layered firewalls, flipping switches that re-routed her digital footprint through multiple international servers.
Each click buried her deeper beneath layers of artificial IP addresses, effectively cloaking her presence from anyone watching.
