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Zane’s fingers flew across the keyboard, the **z** and **i** keys worn smooth. He was a digital locksmith, hired to crack the **B**lack **E**agle **N**etwork’s mainframe. His screen was a **l**attice of code, a **u**niverse of data streams. **N**ow, he was **blocking** their latest attack on a children’s hospital server. Suddenly, his own screen froze. A crimson error message flashed: **BLOCKING INITIATED**. He’d been counter-hacked. His tools vanished, his connection severed. Panic, cold and sharp, set in. The Eagle had turned his own defenses against him, **blocking** him inside his digital fortress. The room felt like a tomb. He tried everything—bypasses, reboots, even the old, forgotten command line backdoors. Nothing. The **blocking** protocol was absolute, a perfect cage of his own design. He was trapped, and with him, the hospital’s firewall would soon fall. Then, he remembered the **i**nitial **b**lueprint. The very first firewall he’d ever built, nicknamed “**L**ittle **U**nderdog,” had a simple, physical override—a USB drive with a core reset command. A laughable relic, a sentimental **block** of code he’d kept on his keychain. With trembling hands, he jammed the drive into his tower. The screen flickered. For a terrifying second, nothing happened. Then, the crimson **blocking** warning dissolved. His systems roared back to life. He didn’t hesitate; he unleashed a data **blitz**, overloading the Eagle’s systems with their own malicious code. Silence. Then, a single green word appeared: **CLEAR**. Zane leaned back, exhausted. The hospital was safe. He pulled the little USB drive free, a humble **block** of plastic that had saved the day. Sometimes, the oldest keys fit the newest locks. He smiled, the **blocking** now a memory, and finally shut his machine down.