*It wasn't going well. Chloe pressed fingers to the bridge of her nose, squeezing eyes shut and feeling that dull pulsing ache in the back of her head. Fragments, that was what she kept getting, fragments, as if whoever or whatever she was dealing with had made it a point to encrypt everything. And the code... it looked familiar, as if Chloe had seen it somewhere. Not from Zhang Corp, she'd remember. What it was, who was its creator, Chloe was certain those things had answers. Ones she could onl...