Chapter 27: MakerMastersHackers are a dime a dozen. Good hackers are one in a million. Great hackers are the stuff of legend, especially in their own minds.
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Scarlett found MakerMasters near the back of a light industrial warehouse complex. Several minutes of searching passed by before she found the right place. On the front glass door was a small decal of a crossed screwdriver and a soldering g*n with plain white letters above it saying “MakerMasters.” The lip of a metal roll-up security screen peeked out from overhead. Scarlett's own image showed in the reflective tint coating.
She pulled the door open and a small bell dinged overhead. Inside, the smells of burnt plastic, ozone, and pizza assaulted her nose, while the stark contrast from the bright outside light to the interior d
