p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"I stood on the balcony of my filthy New York apartment, lost deep in thought. Recalling the past hurt me, in a way I was not familiar. Emotions never were my strong /I'm Samael Richards, if you're wondering. A child prodigy who spent his time coding and hacking instead of really studying. I like wearing long coats, the color black dominating my wardrobe. At one point, I was a member of DedSec, but I've since relinquished that title. br /However, that's enough back story. The real tale starts 5 weeks back. I was walking along the streets.../p
p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"The day seemed innocent enough. Phone out, I was doing what any reasonably intelligent hacker did after the Chicago incident. Take advantage of the perfectly 'secure' ctOS network. br /Most my time here had consisted of bank account hacking. It's amazing how much money 15 minutes and a café can make you. Yet, as I sat there, exploiting peoples stupidity, my phone's auto profiling feature went off. Apparently some New Yorker had a high probability of crime. br /Being that it was already 9:45, and I should've really been getting home, I decided to have some fun and intervene. Just as the Fox of Chicago /Walking a few blocks, I got close to my destination, which seemed to be coming from a parking garage. I heard screaming, and so my light jog transformed into a full sprint towards the open garage door. Without warning, it sparked and shut, causing me to very narrowly avoid running face first into it. br /Frustrated, yet curious about the strangeness of the event, I turned, opting to instead go through the man-door. br /I walked in to the screeching of wheels. The garage was pretty deep, as a tunnel curved into the structure from the garage door to the garage itself. br /After a moment's walking, I found myself in the full structure, which was large but not extremely. Parked cars surrounded me, and I could see the tire marks of a hastied exit. br /Knowing I'd missed the crime itself, I instead went for the security camera. Looking at the footage, I saw a young woman, who was no taller than 5'9. She was red headed, and looked about 20 or so. br /The camera was then angled away from her. You could barely hear the sound of screaming, and a door closing. A van raced breifly into view, and I paused the footage. I could vaguely see the license plate of the vehicle, a black SUV. br /Reading the plate, I hacked into the ctOS scanning system, utilizing security cameras among other things to find the license plate. It took 30 seconds, but I untimely locked onto a target. br /I hacked into the nearest car, a blood red 2014 Camero, and drove to the location. br /After a short drive, I found an SUV matching the one in the security footage. I followed it, wondering where it might lead, but the driver caught on to me. br /He began rapidly speeding up, forcing me to do the same. Very suddenly, the row of steel blockers lifted, not in front of my car, but below it. The columns ripped through the Camero's lower engine, and sent it into the air. br /My eyes closed as I spent a split second bracing for impact. br /The metal frame hit the asfault, crushing the roof. After my disorientation wore away, I undid my seatbelt, and opened the door. Getting to my feet, I saw two black sedans drive up and stop near the wreck. My hand immediently went to the berreta, holstered in my jacket. I was in for one hell of a fight./p
p dir="ltr" style="color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"The day seemed innocent enough. Phone out, I was doing what any reasonably intelligent hacker did after the Chicago incident. Take advantage of the perfectly 'secure' ctOS network. br /Most my time here had consisted of bank account hacking. It's amazing how much money 15 minutes and a café can make you. Yet, as I sat there, exploiting peoples stupidity, my phone's auto profiling feature went off. Apparently some New Yorker had a high probability of crime. br /Being that it was already 9:45, and I should've really been getting home, I decided to have some fun and intervene. Just as the Fox of Chicago /Walking a few blocks, I got close to my destination, which seemed to be coming from a parking garage. I heard screaming, and so my light jog transformed into a full sprint towards the open garage door. Without warning, it sparked and shut, causing me to very narrowly avoid running face first into it. br /Frustrated, yet curious about the strangeness of the event, I turned, opting to instead go through the man-door. br /I walked in to the screeching of wheels. The garage was pretty deep, as a tunnel curved into the structure from the garage door to the garage itself. br /After a moment's walking, I found myself in the full structure, which was large but not extremely. Parked cars surrounded me, and I could see the tire marks of a hastied exit. br /Knowing I'd missed the crime itself, I instead went for the security camera. Looking at the footage, I saw a young woman, who was no taller than 5'9. She was red headed, and looked about 20 or so. br /The camera was then angled away from her. You could barely hear the sound of screaming, and a door closing. A van raced breifly into view, and I paused the footage. I could vaguely see the license plate of the vehicle, a black SUV. br /Reading the plate, I hacked into the ctOS scanning system, utilizing security cameras among other things to find the license plate. It took 30 seconds, but I untimely locked onto a target. br /I hacked into the nearest car, a blood red 2014 Camero, and drove to the location. br /After a short drive, I found an SUV matching the one in the security footage. I followed it, wondering where it might lead, but the driver caught on to me. br /He began rapidly speeding up, forcing me to do the same. Very suddenly, the row of steel blockers lifted, not in front of my car, but below it. The columns ripped through the Camero's lower engine, and sent it into the air. br /My eyes closed as I spent a split second bracing for impact. br /The metal frame hit the asfault, crushing the roof. After my disorientation wore away, I undid my seatbelt, and opened the door. Getting to my feet, I saw two black sedans drive up and stop near the wreck. My hand immediently went to the berreta, holstered in my jacket. I was in for one hell of a fight./p