He started over. The fans whirred back up to their deafening scream. The hours bled into the night.
The Outriders repack was a beast. It wasn't just copying files; it was reconstructing them. It was taking the dense, encrypted blocks of the game world and unpacking them in real-time. Every time the bar ticked up— 24%... 25%... —the hard drive shuddered.
Sal sighed, reaching under the counter. He pulled out a matte black USB drive. It looked heavy, dense.