Scene: Somewhere in Eastern Europe. A cold warehouse, heels clicking on concrete.
Lucia steps out of a blacked-out SUV, wearing sunglasses that say "divorced from reason." She's got a cracked burner phone in one hand and a flash drive labeled "Kodi's Greatest Hits (Leaked by Evan)."
She plugs it into a dusty terminal and smiles.
Lucia (whispers):
"You left the blueprint wide open, love. Time to steal fire from the god of chaos."
Cut to: Kodi and NUKE, watching from a bunker decked out in neon lights and stolen art.
NUKE is munching dry cereal out of a RAM container. Kodi's got Lucia on 10 monitors.
NUKE (wide-eyed):
"She's literally re-creating your 2012 playbook… and she improved it. She's using AI-generated OnlyFans phishing links tied to crypto tax evasion honeypots."
Kodi (grinning):
"I taught her well. Too well. That's chapter seven and eight… merged. Damn, she's got the audacity and the spreadsheets."
NUKE:
"What do we do?"
Kodi (sips whiskey from a USB-shaped flask):
"Absolutely nothing. Watching your emotionally unstable ex go on a digital rampage with your stolen playbook? That's free therapy. Plus, I'm curious if she makes it past my old firewall boss: Mr. Ramen."
Cut to: Lucia in a dim-lit server farm speaking fluent Python and murder.
Lucia (to her new crew):
"Gentlemen, and token goth girl, welcome to Project Heirloom. We're going to resurrect every old Kodi exploit and sell it back to the people he pissed off."
Hacker #2:
"Wait, isn't that—illegal?"
Lucia:
"So is being broke."
Back to NUKE and Kodi.
NUKE:
"She's blackmailing Swiss bankers with their own deleted emails now."
Kodi (wiping a tear):
"She's so hot when she's committing felonies."
NUKE:
"You realize if she pulls this off, she'll be richer than both of us and we'll probably owe her."
Kodi:
"If? Kid, she's Lucia. I'm not worried she'll win. I'm worried I'll want her back."
NUKE:
"Should we… stop her?"
Kodi (cackling):
"And miss this soap opera? She just hacked the Vatican and renamed the Wi-Fi 'LuciFi'. We let her cook."
Final shot: Lucia standing on top of a private server tower, wind in her hair, looking like an evil Forbes cover girl.
She smirks and says to no one in particular:
Lucia:
"Fun fun playing god, boys. But now… I'm your goddess."