So this is what I am left with selling cardamine on the streets of Manhattan. My father arrested our home lost, scholarships to universities down the drain.... This is what they did to us. My father took the fall for his boss at Ageira Technologies and my family was left with nothing. I was forced to leave college hack ATMs, and sell drugs to help keep food on the table. But there is always a way, I have made some contacts with a few junkers. During a exchange of cardamine one of them filled me in on a group that has as much animosity against the corrupt corporations as I do. Lane hacker eh? I like the sound of that.
I will have my revenge. I shall attack their systems, elude their authority and make a general nuisance of my self. They can call me Domingo Espada.