The problem with hackers was that they often didn't realize when they should leave well enough alone. Many had accidentally stumbled upon the Facility's databases purely by accident, not understanding that they'd signed their own death warrant. Fortunately, the Facility was somewhat merciful. When they detected hackers that were close to finding out the truth, they took preventative measures. As such, Winston was standing in a dark alley way. He wore a black suit and sunglasses that made him look like something out of spy movie.

He didn't have to wait long. Soon, Lisbeth Salander walked down the alley way. She was wearing a black leather jacket and was carrying her laptop in her right hand. When she saw Winston standing there, she paused, a confused look on her face. That didn't last long. Winston pulled out what looked like a camera and tapped a button on top of the contraption. A bright light flash. Lisbeth just stood there, with a slack jawed look on her face. Winston cleared his throat. "You've always wanted bigger breasts. You've been ashamed of your flat chest since you hit puberty and wanted to have surgery as soon as you had the money. You've recently got a big payday and can finally afford the implants."

Winston left the alleyway as Lisbeth stood there, a blank look on her face. In a few seconds she'd process the new information. Once she'd recovered, she'd completely forget about Winston. Instead she'd have an intense desire to get a breast augmentation. She'd go home and look up plastic surgery clinics online. A computer virus would direct her searches to a clinic operated by the Facility in Genoa. She'd find the money needed to pay for it in her bank account.

Sure enough, not long after the encounter, Lisbeth had contacted the clinic. She scheduled an appointment for her operation. Little did she know, in addition to her larger breasts, the Facility would be inserting something else into her body. Next to the implants that rested on a metal tray, was a small metal chip. This was the Facility's solution to pesky hackers and why they needed Lisbeth to come in for surgery. When Lisbeth got near a computer, the chip would hack the device and prevent it from accessing the Facility's database. Little did Lisbeth know, this operation would save her life.

Currently, Lisbeth was laying naked on an operating table. An IV was pumping a powerful anesthetic into her. Winston smiled as he entered the operating table. He was dressed up as a doctor. She didn't seem to recognize him nor had the faintest inkling that something was going on. He looked a little young to be a world class plastic surgeon, but his profile on the clinic website had said he was a child prodigy. This had apparently impressed Lisbeth. She was enamored with him and had even asked him out once she'd recovered from the surgery. She promised he'd be the first one to enjoy her new breasts. Based off her internet habits she was going to get new lingerie for the occasion.

As she saw him, she smiled. He walked over to the table. "How are you feeling Lisbeth?"

"F..fine," said Lisbeth, sounding loopy.

"That's great," said Winston. "Can you count backwards from ten?"

"Yes. Ten...nine...ei...eight...s...s..." Lights out.