The team hadn't expected Hardhack's Office to be light and bright, especially given the dingy surroundings. "Welcome to HIDDA. Just moving in," said Hardhack, "Is this the kind of thing you're looking for?" He extended a claw bearing a token. He seemed aware of Wabsworth's plans. "Word on the scene - you're planning a double-trouble deal. How about this?" The Wabbit shrugged and smiled. "Perhaps something sombre?" Hardhack grinned ear to ear. "Boring. These are all the rage. I think Honey tokening is the answer. They'll appear legal to your fraudster but have no real value." The Wabbit's head was spinning. So was Lapinette's. Only Wabsworth had a clear idea of what was going on. "Bait them with a leaked seed phrase and sweet treats?" Hardhack nodded. "That's just the start. They'll follow the digital breadcrumbs. Right into our trap." The Wabbit grinned. "Set up a trace when they hit the brick wall. We'll pingedy-pong 'em then vaporise the lot." Lapinette took notes. "I'll get the Department to set up a Virtual Private Server and an isolated VLAN. But they'll try to bite us." Wabsworth chipped in. "When they're negotiating with our confused bot, we'll hit em." The Wabbit put on his serious face. "The trap is set. Let's see if our spectres are hungry for breadcrumbs." Lapinette laughed. "All this technical talk made me hungry. And thirsty." Hardhack was on top of things. "I know a low-tech caffè." The Wabbit grinned. "Then let's get four glasses of high-tech Franciacorta." "And drink it," said Lapinette.
