Corrigan's face went red. "What did you just—"
Maya had written the script as a thought exercise, a proof-of-concept she'd promised herself to never deploy. It used randomized user-agent strings, rotated proxies from a botnet she didn't want to know the origin of, and layered attacks at the application layer—slow and low, then volumetric. Hard to trace. Harder to stop. ddos attack python script
"Because you're the best. And because I know about the medical bills." Corrigan's face went red
The target was Falcon Capital, a rival firm. Corrigan wanted their systems offline for exactly forty-seven minutes—long enough to execute a series of trades before Falcon's arbitrage bots could react. Illegal. Irreversible. Hard to trace
Elegant , she'd thought when she wrote it. Now it felt like a loaded gun.
"Forty-seven minutes," Corrigan repeated. "That's all."