Collins stared at hisputer screen,pletely bbergasted. The homepage that now filled his monitor was definitely not his own. "Wait, is this... remote ess already?"


    It looked like his friend hadn''t even done anything yet!


    Mirabe nodded, calm as ever. "Yep!"


    She had already dived into the source code of the dashcam software.


    Collins ran his fingers through his hair, a puzzled frown forming on his face. Somehow, his sister''s version of ''remote ess'' didn''t quite match what he had in mind.


    And it wasn''t just Collins who was confused; his detective buddy on the other end of the connection was equally baffled.


    The guy had barely hung up the phone when hisputer started acting possessed, flipping through pages on its own. In no time, the screen went dark, and a stream of iprehensible code began to fill the screen.


    The detective, not exactly a coding whiz, called over a tech-savvy colleague from the precinct.


    "Holy smokes, this is the work of a pro!" The colleague adjusted his sses, eyes wide with astonishment.


    He wasn''t on par with those legendary hackers topping the charts, but he was pretty confident in his skills. Now, faced with the code on the screen, he could only make sense of a fraction of it. The speed at which the code was being written was mind-blowing; he couldn''t keep up.


    This was sheer wizardry!


    "What are they doing?" The detective, clueless about the digital magic unfolding, pointed at the screen and asked.


    "It looks like they''re creating a recovery program," his colleague replied without taking his eyes off the screen.


    "A recovery program, you sure?" the detective asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.


    The colleague cleared his throat and admitted, "Well, their skills are beyond mine.


    I can only grasp bits and pieces of this recovery program."


    "So, you think they can recover the data from the dashcam?" the detective pressed.


    After a moment''s thought, the colleague nodded. "Seems likely."


    With that level of dexterity and coding prowess, were they looking at one of the


    top thirty... or twenty... or even better hackers nationwide?


    As he pondered, the screen shifted again, disying a brief message: [Data Recovery in Progress...]


    Below the message, a progress bar inched forward.


    In under twenty seconds, the bar hit one hundred percent.


    Was it actually... sessful?


    And then, theputer reverted to normal, and a new video file appeared on the desktop.


    The colleague eagerly clicked the mouse to open the file. "It''s actually restored..."


    Back at Collins''s ce, Mirabe had already copied the retrieved file onto hisputer and exited the remote ess session.


    Leo and Collins, who had been silently observing, were rendered speechless, their eyes glued to the monitor. It wasn''t until Mirabe started going through the October 13th dashcam footage that they snapped out of their daze.


    Collins''s smirk twitched as he pointed at the now-ying video. "Sis, don''t tell me this is the deleted footage?"


    Mirabe hummed nonchntly, frustrated by the slow yback speed of the video, and cranked it up to five times the normal pace.


    Collins was at a loss for words, his emotions a tangled mess. Remembering how he had told his sister that if his friend''s colleague said the data couldn''t be recovered, it was a lost cause, he felt a hot flush of embarrassment.


    "Cough cough, guess being a brainiac includes being aputer whiz too. Color me impressed!" Despite the sting to his pride, Collins couldn''t help but genuinelypliment her.


    Mirabe shot him a quick nce and continued watching the video.


    The snail''s pace was killing her. With a sigh, she murmured, "Too slow... G''night, see you in the evening!"