The tech guy led the way through the corridor, passing several security doors before finally reaching thework control center.


    The control room was massive, packed with thetest surveince gear. Besides the seven or eight techies working there, two robots were also buzzing about.


    Kyle, the tech who had brought Mirabe and James in, guided Mirabe to the main control console, politely asking a colleague to give up his spot.


    He gestured to the huge screen ahead and quickly exined, "As you can see, thework''s getting hit with continuous breaches and virus attacks. We''re struggling to keep up with the repairs using our current programs."


    The other technicians, neck-deep in emergency fixes, only nced at Mirabe briefly, too caught up in their tasks to show any surprise or ask questions.


    This wasn''t just some ordinary household or corporatework; it was the nation''s securitywork. Every second of dy could lead to massive damage.


    While everyone else was tight-lipped and tense, Mirabe simply watched the flickering data on the big screen, her expression uncharacteristically serious.


    James looked at her, paused, and then softly said, "Don''t stress yourself out too much."


    He knew Mirabe was a whiz withputers, but this was a unique kind ofwork sabotage that had even the security department at a loss.


    Mirabe just smirked and raised her arm. "No worries, think of it as practice." She pulled over a chair and sat down.


    The techies nearby, overhearing her, couldn''t help but take a second look at Mirabe.


    History showed that those who talked big often ended up with egg on their face, especially in critical situations like this!


    James stepped aside, giving Mirabe enough space to work undisturbed. Catching the technicians'' curious nces, he spoke just loud enough for everyone to hear, "If she can''t fix it, there''s no one else in the country who can."


    His words were just loud enough to carry across the room, and almost immediately, all eyes were on Mirabe.


    Now the center of attention, Mirabe''s fingers were already flying over the keyboard of the main controlputer. This keyboard was different from ordinary ones, but it didn''t slow her down.


    The main issue was a copsed firewall. With a hint of amusement, Mirabe quickly typed a series ofmands, gaining ess to the firewall in seconds. Shaking her head at the sight of the heavily modified code, she spoke without looking up, "If you don''t fix the firewall first and just keep hammering away atwork repairs, it''s no wonder you can''t get it right."


    As she spoke, Mirabe started typing inmands, patching up the system piece by piece.


    Kyle, standing by, watched the screen in amazement as the repair codes shed by too quickly for him to follow. With eachmand Mirabe entered, the fragmented firewall began to rebuild itselfyer byyer.


    As the firewall was restored, the technicians working on otherputers felt a significant relief.


    "Network A''s interface is repaired."


    "Port B is fixed too."


    "C port is almost done."


    "G..."


    At this point, Kyle was at a loss for words, staring in awe at Mirabe as shepleted the final steps of the repair. He opened his mouth, finally managing to voice a response to her earlierment.