Panic flared, but Maya forced it down. She clicked on the first PNG’s packet details. Wireshark showed her everything: the Ethernet frame, the IP flags, the UDP checksum. But at the very bottom, nestled in the "Payload" section, was a chunk of data that didn’t conform to the PNG spec. A custom tEXt chunk.
On her screen, a new packet appeared. Live capture. Destination: her laptop. Another PNG. She clicked it before they could cross the room. wireshark png
It was her own hand.
Her office door slammed open. The CEO stood there, his face pale. Behind him, two men in black suits with earpieces. Panic flared, but Maya forced it down