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He would be his vessel to her.
He sat in his dark room consumed by his loneliness.
He had successfully hacked Hobart Bax and was currently reading through his life.
He hadn't been wrong earlier.
Successful New York banker. He was as much as a blue blooded American as a Kennedy. Even the son of a distinguished New Hampshire senator.
Bax was Mr. Perfect. As far as he could see, he was clean.
He had to dig deeper.
After all, everyone has a dark secret. He was very poorly guarded for such a high profile person, his e-mail password had been: CanCunSP01.
Talk about nostalgia. Hacking into his browser data hadn't been a simple walk in the park. All it took was a petty click-bait ad.
It was then that he found them all. A Grindr account. Kik. Tinder. And plenty of homosexual porn to jack it to.
Blackmail.
Bingo.
He didn't particularly enjoy it, but he decided to send Hobart Bax a friendlymessage.
Well, that was one less thing to worry about.
His fingers rapidly danced across the keyboard as he accessed his contacts. He must have added her phone number by now. Jackass stole his move.
Indeed he had, perhaps this had been even better than his original plan. It didn't take him long to find it.
She had a 702 area code phone number, a telephone number from Nevada. She was called Bo Linville. Bonnie Linville? Bonniebell?
He began looking for her Facebook profile. Bingo! They almost made it too easy. He wanted to know the truth. He wanted to see if a terribly optimist creature such as Bo Linville, as her profile read, could actually shit rainbows and sunshine or if she was just as rotten and twisted in the inside just like everyone else. Her Facebook looked plain average and ordinary.
But everyone has their dirty little secrets…
Her profile pictures were changed annually. Most were of her with an exotic location in the background. The only available information was her e-mail. However, that should be enough.
He wrote down the address, ready to decode the password when-
He blinked twice surprised when his screen flashed completely black.
A malware trap? Jumping into action his fingers typed as fast as they could so that he could stabilize his computer. It took him a couple of moments to control and stabilize the malware. He starred at the square dark box that he had cornered into an edge of the window. In bold green letters ran the code that came with the trap.
"NO."
The cornered screen suddenly blinked in bold white letters.
He looked for the author of the hacker, the coder that was defending this account. If it was her- she was good. She knew she would be hacked, she had set up the means to protect herself and her privacy.
"NO."
The screen blinked again.
The code had been written by: [The Immortal]
How dramatic.
He looked at the signature captivated. Now he was more than determined to access her files. This woman was good. He looped his way around the bug and finally managed to access her e-mail.
Her password was: LostEar1888
How odd… He leaned forward into the screen fascinated.
Elliot spent the entire night hacking and scanning all of the available files that this woman had. There was nothing. No dirt. It was impossible. Everybody had something. Whatever she was hiding was bad. What could it be that had to be hid so well? Child pedophilia? Contacts in the dark web? Perhaps, murderous affairs?
To his demise, he found nothing. She was clean.
xxx
Meanwhile in fancy loft in New York- Hobart Bax found himself pulling at his hairs. He fidgeted nervously, walking in circles around his living room. It wouldn't stop. It had been almost an hour and his home printer would not stop printing out cryptic messages. He resided to slapping the cancel button on his printer and aggressively hitting its side.
Compromising images of his accounts, his darkest secrets, his favorite pornos were being spit out by the vile machine. All with threatening captions.
"STAY AWAY FROM HER."
"YOU WILL NOT TALK TO HER."
"YOU WILL LOSE CONTACT WITH HER."
"TODAY. OR ELSE-"
"Ahhh!" He let out a frustrated scream before unplugging the malicious machine. Composing himself he knew nightmare was over.
At least, that's what he thought. His hands trembled the moment his cellphone began beeping wildly.
'Oh no…'
