Okay, so this is the first piece of fanfiction that I have ever done. Don't be too harsh. This is mostly just one of my OCs inserted into the plot and so on. It starts out slow. Sorry for that. ^^; It will pick up though. Enjoy!
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Prologue
The computer monitors in front of her hummed and buzzed in a whirl of activity. Number sequences and codes flashed by in orders too fast for the normal human eye to catch. But she wasn't interested in those. They were unimportant. She was only interested in the one in the center of the five, 20inch flat screens mounted before her. She had to bread this code. A normal 17 year old shouldn't even know how to do this, let alone try. Then again, she was no normal teenager. It had been five minutes since she had started typing in programs to bypass this security code. Already hundreds of attempts had been foiled by this one damned string of numbers and letters. Then again, the Pentagon would have to update their security after I hacked their systems the last time. She though sourly. It was six 'o'clock in the morning, way too early for ever her to be up. But her client had insisted that she step up the delivery date by a week. This had really pissed her off, but when her client had added a few more zeros to her payout, she complied, it being too much of a temptation. Six million dollars.
She smiled to herself. She didn't really need the money. She was already loaded due to the many jobs she had taken of the past five years of her…career. For the millionth time she looked back on her path that led her to this line of work.
Her parents had died when she was 11. Car accident. Her parents were both computer programmers, so she already knew the basics from a young age. She never lasted long in any of the foster homes she had been sent to after their deaths. She had no extended family, so the system was the only way to go. The only thing that kept her going was the Mac laptop her parents had given her for her ninth birthday. Her foster families had all tried to get her to move on to other hobbies, swimming, soccer, playing with Bratz dolls. One family even had the nerve to try and take her precious computer away. Big mistake. She stole back her computer in the middle of the night and ran away. She had learned a lot about computers, even though she was only 12 by this time. Hacking was second nature to her. Her biological parents had even encouraged it when she was younger with the philosophy that "In order to understand a code thoroughly, you had to be able to break it".
Getting out of the system was simple enough. She had hacked into the database files and deleted her records. She had already gained a reputation in the cyber world for her skills. Of course no one knew that she was really a 12 year old girl. She had taken this opportunity to set up a source of income. After all, she had no money after leaving the foster care. She had lived in a small park for a month before her first job. She smiled to herself again. Her resume wasn't very long back then, but not short either. A few of her marks were big. Security companies, large scale corporations. Of course she hadn't actually stolen anything from them. She had merely needed them to add to her notoriety. Either way, none of them were able to withstand her skills for long. This had attracted her first client. A very big, very powerful man from Russia. More accurately, an arms dealer.
She did have morals and had made sure that his interests weren't to harm the United States. After all, she was an American citizen herself, albeit not exactly a law-abiding one. They had only contacted each other using secure emails and text messages on disposable phones. At first, her reluctance to meet him in person angered him. She just explained to him that she was in no position to meet. Finally, she gave in and they met in an old shipping yard. She was living in Florida at the time so it was easy access. When he had first seen her, he had laughed. She would have sworn he'd had had a heart attack had he not been so healthy. Upon his insistence, she was tested. She set off all of the alarms in the parking lot and cars. (The cars that had computer interfaces obviously.) The Russian wasn't exactly pleased by this, but he believed her now. Getting in his car stuck between two burly body guards, they had quickly left to avoid the security cops that were now running about the shipping yard like ants.
The job turned out to be a simple one… In her terms at least. She had to hack into naval security and make a certain Russian ship make it in and out of international waters without being noticed. Disabling the satellite was easy, replacing the live video feed with that of a loop of open sea. The payout was 1.5 million dollars which she shifted to a false Swiss account under one of her aliases. She and Mr. Russian, who's name turned out to be Boris, parted ways, each happier than when they had first met. A few weeks later, he sent her a gift; a list of new clients. That and a nice gift basket with a stuffed teddy bear and a six inch long knife used by Russian soldiers during WWII. She had showed her interest in antique weapons upon visiting his Miami beach house. He had quite a vast collection. She still had both these things after all this time. Of course, part of their agreement was that her true identity remain a secret. He had kept her end of the bargain. Now he was her liaison to her clientele. The guards from that night hadn't lasted very long. What can you say? Death was an occupational hazard in their line of work, one she was glad didn't come up as often in hers.
A computerized "ping!" alerted her that her latest attempt to break the security of the Pentagon was successful. Finally!, she thought, a new record. All it had taken was two minutes.
Searching though the database, she located the information her client sought. Records regarding an organization called the "SGC".
Weird that I've never heard of this before. She shrugged to herself as she helped herself to the search engine option. She narrowed her search down to only files that contained "Project Pegasus" in the document. Carefully she downloaded them to a separate network via a server from somewhere in Montana. In her line of work, it was best to not take the straightest path to your destination. She had set up her trail though dozens of different servers throughout the world.
Satisfied that she had everything, she shut down her computer, wiping the memory of her search. She pulled a small memory stick from her hard drive with the precious files on it. The drop was noon, so she a few hours to catch up n the sleep she had been so rudely deprived of. She walked up the stairs from her modest basement into her three stories high, multi million dollar mansion. She definitely didn't live in a park anymore.
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