Somewhere from an underground database management site, a man wearing dark, round-rimmed, concealing goggles and a mask turns on a few switches and routers, bypassing thirteen secure proxies that stop the rest of the world from knowing about the site.
He adjusts the webcam to his faceless visage, and types a set of commands on the Google homepage.
The word "Google" pops out again, decorated in Dirty Harry's movie theme, with the "I'm Feeling Lucky" button changed to "Do you feel lucky?"
He presses the button, then goes to the address bar and types back "Well, do you, punk?"
He continues pressing buttons. Overriding who-gives-a-shit four more times, his screen turns black.
Then six windows of video feeds of the outlines of a few Alphas appear, each one appearing more intimidating than the last.
The man with a concealed face plainly sits there, appearing calm and collected despite his well-hidden fears of the figures facing him.
In a composed, almost mechanical tone, he says
"Research, Command, we have acquired control of the Third Eye once more."
For a second, the body language seen from the Alpha staff suggests their elation. A second later, they turn off their feeds and the hacker is left again with a plain Google homepage.
He sits there for a second, still comprehending the mix of fear, anxiety and relief he is feeling. He gets over it, then goes back to watching hentai.