The Auto-car reached the apartment after a minute of exhilarating driving through the streets. Right after entering the room, I opened my desktop computer, plugged the drive and typed away.

Walls of text started appearing all throughout the screen and several pop-ups… well, popped up.

Focusing on only the most important data, my hands started typing faster.

It took me about 5 minutes to search and browse through the ‘secret’ folder, since there was like 6.e+16 folders in there. How many is 6.e+16 folders? HELLA.

And in the end it (just like I said) turned out to be… some necrophiliac's stash…

……

I shivered at the memory of it.

It was… disgusting and unsettling to say the least.

Let’s… let’s just forget it, alright?

Yeah… yeah… let’s just do that…

ANYWAY. Let’s clear that shit out of my mind and continue on with the other files.

After a bit of tinkering and brain work, I found out that one of the folders that I copied to the drive was restricted and needed identifications and different authorities. Something that I definitely do not have.

So what do I do? Make the system think I have the requirements. I mean, how hard can it be? I was able to trick my college with fake credentials.

They’re still suspicious about that.

Meh. they won’t find out.

Yeah, right.

Oh, shut up. Let’s start.

[10 minutes later]

Systems.operation=restricted+folder_account=Unauthorized.

Initiating.warning.protocol

In 3…

2…

1…

Warning.protocol=absent

Absent… Okay, cool. What’s next on the list?

Firewalls?

Nah, I’ve brought them down a minute ago.

Detectors?

Nope. They were done in along with the firewalls.

…Alarms?

………

….

.

…FUCKING alarms!!

I need to check their status!

Initiating.alarm.protocol.

In 3…

Oh, crap… Shit, shit, shit. The protocol is already startiiiiinngggg.

2…

Crap. Shit. Motherfucking shit. Oh, god. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck…….. Pizza.

…… damn, I’m famished…

Hurry up, Alice!

1…

Sorry, Gotta hurry. Hurry. Hurry. Shiiiiiiit. Just a little bit more!Aaaaaand---

Alarm. [email protected]#*!!^&/

Finally!! I got it! I’m the motherfucking best!!

Yes, yes. Now hurry up and open this thing.

Okay, okay… just have to go through this pretty fucking obvious backdoor~ aaaaaand there we go!

Systems.oper%^i0n= H&cked

Re%!oting

$& 3…

2…

Reboot= Terminated.

Okay. Let’s get me inside this thing.

Systems.operation=restricted+folder_account=Authorized

After, opening up the folder, I started to dig into the absurd amount of data it had. But there’s just nothing noteworthy here…

I mean, stock declines? Boring! List of employees? Uninterested! List of employees that tried to browse porn? Hell no!

How about that one?

Huh? Which one? The company bankruptcy?

No, no. The one beside that.

List of employees to fire?

The other one beside it.

Oooo. Stolen cargo!

Let’s open it and see the info.

Okie-dokie.

Incident Number: #002356789

Incident Date: (2089-7-19)

Incident Hour: 3:34:45 [military time]

Location: Mellow Street, Port Keller, Sector 7

Weapon involved: Unknown, but presumably a modified railgun.

Cargo involved: Classified

Describe what happened:

45 minutes before the initial contact with the crook, porters were busy loading cargo to a ship. They we’re minding their own business when one cargo box didn’t respond when they did their routine frequency check. Attributing it to a programming malfunction, Nelson Enriquez, the Chief porter, decided to send Senior porter Marco O’neil to the last location the box was detected.O’neil complied, but upon arrival, he reported that there was no box in the specified location.

After a minute, at 3:02 a.m. O’neil had reportedly seen a black clothed figure, thinking that they were likely a thief, he decided to follow them, but only to have the figure vanish without a trace. O’neil decided to call backup and tried to locate the presumed thief once again. At 3:11 a.m. a security guard in a scout tower, reported to have seen a figure moving in the south west corner of the compound. Jury-rigging the frequency checker, Enriquez confirmed the claim and has sent both security drones and guards to the location.

It was said that the drones had ‘mysteriously’ shut down and stopped with 50 meters of the targeted area, guards were unaffected, however and continued to pursue the alleged thief. Finally catching up to the thief, some witnesses say that the thief had a lean figure and wore all-black clothing, almost resembling the ones engineers wore, along with the box they had been looking for. A little bit of a standoff occurred and before the guards could have said something, the thief extended their arm swiftly forwards and an enormous shockwave assailed the guards. There were two guards that had broken ribs and one had a broken leg after colliding with a cargo tank. The guards were all stunned and were knocked out, and by the time one woke up, they saw that the thief had already escaped.

Nelson Enriquez opted out the suggestion to call enforcers, since it, according to him, would tarnish the name of our company.

“Well, well, well” I put my hand to my chin and grinned, “Now this is interesting.”

Would you please stop acting like an evil villain?

What? It’s cool!

Haaaaah…..