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The Hactavist
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In corso, pubblicata il ott 18, 2015
Alice is a normal fifteen year old, well except for the fact she's banned from several countries, on the run, a hacker and wanted by the government. Completely normal! Suddenly disaster strikes. With her father caught, everything gets even more dangerous and alice realises her dad was never completely honest to her... What did her parents do that angered the government so much? How many risks did her dad take to make sure she would be safe? And who in the name of God are the British brothers that are stalking her? How will she survive with her face plastered all over the news? Blowing up that building didn't help her reputation either...
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