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With apologize to SpyroGurl for the belatedness. I understand if you refuse me a cookie. ^^;;
LOCATION: Ducksbury, Massacusettes
Commander Rayfe grimaced as the helicopter touched down. All this globetrotting was one of the downsides of his job. Luckily, this was their last stop. The London parcel was secure, as was Hotei. Now they needed one last prospect. Luckily for him, all they had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, this particular prospect was in the middle of committing grand larceny.
He sat at a computer terminal in the local library, hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible. He typed feverishly as he got his commands through an ear piece.
"Hurry up, Conary! We can't wait all day!" The voice barked angrily.
"Yea, yea. It's easy for you to say when you're holding a gun, sir," Conary replied, mopping his brow. The minute his step-dad brought him home, he taught him all the tricks of the trade. Their relationship wasn't necessarily built on love and trust, but hey, if he pulled this job off right he could buy father of the year. But with a job like this, there were a lot of ifs involved.
"Shut up, runt! How's the police chatter?" Step-dad asked. Conary reflexively rolled his eyes, replying, "They haven't picked you up yet, sir. I already told you that." Step-dad shut up for a bit, alleviating the migraine pounding in his skull. He scanned the library main floor, checking to see if he picked up any spectators. Luckily, he remained unnoticed. He shifted his gaze to the screen in front of him. He watched every dollar, every cent being pulled from random accounts in the Bank's database. Those funds were then sent to several random bank accounts scattered across the globe. That money would jump around for a while, and then would finally settle into a single account about a month later. It was the only thing Conary respected his step-dad for, this brilliant piece of software he had recently installed in the local library's computer.
Finally, the flow began to slow, trickling to a stop.
"Job's done, sir," Conary said into the mike.
"All of it's out?" Step-dad asked.
"Yup. It's on world tour," Conary replied.
"Good job. We'll clean up hear. We'll reconvene in ten minutes," Step-dad said.
"Sorry, but that's not a good time for me, sir," Conary said. He quickly typed a series of code into the computer. "I don't think it's going to be a good time for you either."
"Kid, what the HELL are you talking about!?" Step-dad growled, his voice becoming dangerously low.
"What I mean, SIR, is that I've just put an APB on your ass. You should be able to hear the sirens about now," Conary replied. He smiled when he heard Step-dad swear furiously, the wailing din of sirens becoming louder in the background.
"I'll kill you, punk, I swear to God!" Step-dad seethed.
"Yea, well, so long, thanks for all the fish," Conary said, turning off his headset. 'The Douglas Adams quote was a nice touch,' he thought to himself smugly.
He examined the situation. On the one hand, he had just turned in his legal guardian. On the other, he now was the sole owner of around 15 million dollars. That was always a good thing.
Conary was about to close everything, but the wrinkly old hand of the librarian grabbed his fist tightly. "Were you using that in here?" She demanded faintly, pointing to Conary's headset.
Conary froze, thinking he was caught. He quickly swallowed his hear and croaked, "Um, no ma'am."
"Nice try, sonny. I saw you use it! We have a very strict policy here about cell phone use in the library! I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said wearily.
"Uh, can I just finish up this important stuff I have to do?" Conary asked, trying to sit back down.
"I'm afraid not, young man," The old lady said, escorting him to the vestibule.
Conary desperately searched for something to save him. Finally, he came to the quickest computer. As they passed the large outlets for the computers, he shoved his foot in the tangle of wires, unplugging every computer in the area.
"Whoops. I'm terribly sorry, very clumsy of me," He mumbled, quickly walking out of the library. Master thief Conary Nealson, foiled by a little old lady? He thought not! Of course, he would regret he ever left that library. He walked smack dab into a towering, hawk-faced man. Conary noticed the olive green of a military uniform. Not a good sign.
He tried to walk away, but the military man held him firmly in place. "Uh, I gotta go, sir. You know, to fill my body with toxins and squander my youth..." Conary said sheepishly.
"I don't think so," The military man responded. He guided Conary towards a large black van parked on the street. Conary then saw several more olive-garbed men enter the library, then exit with a computer. Definitely not a good sign.
"Now, Conary Nealson. Let's talk," The hawk faced officer said, producing a manila folder. "As I'm sure you know, the local bank was just robbed. And we have proof that you did it."
"Proof? Bullshit. I'm just a kid. How could I rob a bank?" Conary asked. Standard tactic: when caught, deny everything.
Hawk face nodded at the other men, who ripped the casing off the computer, producing the hard drive. "This should tell us what we need to know. After that, we just get the security footage of you using the computer when the program was run," The officer explained.
"So what? You plan on taking me to juvy?" Conary asked. He could not suppress the hint of fear in his voice.
"We certainly could, Mr. Nealson, but I'm sure we could arrange for you to share a cell with your step-father. How about that?" The officer suggested.
What little color remained in Conary's face drained. His jig was up. Whatever that meant.
"No? Well, how about this- you work for us, and we destroy the hard drive right here. No questions asked," the officer offered.
Conary jumped at the offer inside. He tried to remain reserved, however, asking, "And what happens to the 15 million dollars?" He already knew the answer.
"It goes back to the owners. But we may provide a small compensation for your services, providing they are adequate," The officer retorted.
"What do you want me to do? And why me?" Conary asked.
The military man opened the manila folder. "Your most recent guardian, a Mr. Kyle Resher, has been monitored for sometime. His skills as a hacker are undeniable. Unfortunately, he will also be spending lots of time in his little locked room. Luckily, he passed some of his knowledge on to you. That's where you come in," The military man explained.
Conary thought about it. That's not to say it took a great deal of thought. "I'll do it," he said.
"Good. I'm Commander Rayfe, your C.O. for this mission. Welcome aboard," Rayfe said, snapping a salute. Conary clumsily returned it. The other soldier dropped the hard drive to the floor, stomping it into oblivion.
Rayfe slid back in his chair. He held all the cards. All he had to do now was to play them...
With apologize to SpyroGurl for the belatedness. I understand if you refuse me a cookie. ^^;;
LOCATION: Ducksbury, Massacusettes
Commander Rayfe grimaced as the helicopter touched down. All this globetrotting was one of the downsides of his job. Luckily, this was their last stop. The London parcel was secure, as was Hotei. Now they needed one last prospect. Luckily for him, all they had to do was wait.
Meanwhile, this particular prospect was in the middle of committing grand larceny.
He sat at a computer terminal in the local library, hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible. He typed feverishly as he got his commands through an ear piece.
"Hurry up, Conary! We can't wait all day!" The voice barked angrily.
"Yea, yea. It's easy for you to say when you're holding a gun, sir," Conary replied, mopping his brow. The minute his step-dad brought him home, he taught him all the tricks of the trade. Their relationship wasn't necessarily built on love and trust, but hey, if he pulled this job off right he could buy father of the year. But with a job like this, there were a lot of ifs involved.
"Shut up, runt! How's the police chatter?" Step-dad asked. Conary reflexively rolled his eyes, replying, "They haven't picked you up yet, sir. I already told you that." Step-dad shut up for a bit, alleviating the migraine pounding in his skull. He scanned the library main floor, checking to see if he picked up any spectators. Luckily, he remained unnoticed. He shifted his gaze to the screen in front of him. He watched every dollar, every cent being pulled from random accounts in the Bank's database. Those funds were then sent to several random bank accounts scattered across the globe. That money would jump around for a while, and then would finally settle into a single account about a month later. It was the only thing Conary respected his step-dad for, this brilliant piece of software he had recently installed in the local library's computer.
Finally, the flow began to slow, trickling to a stop.
"Job's done, sir," Conary said into the mike.
"All of it's out?" Step-dad asked.
"Yup. It's on world tour," Conary replied.
"Good job. We'll clean up hear. We'll reconvene in ten minutes," Step-dad said.
"Sorry, but that's not a good time for me, sir," Conary said. He quickly typed a series of code into the computer. "I don't think it's going to be a good time for you either."
"Kid, what the HELL are you talking about!?" Step-dad growled, his voice becoming dangerously low.
"What I mean, SIR, is that I've just put an APB on your ass. You should be able to hear the sirens about now," Conary replied. He smiled when he heard Step-dad swear furiously, the wailing din of sirens becoming louder in the background.
"I'll kill you, punk, I swear to God!" Step-dad seethed.
"Yea, well, so long, thanks for all the fish," Conary said, turning off his headset. 'The Douglas Adams quote was a nice touch,' he thought to himself smugly.
He examined the situation. On the one hand, he had just turned in his legal guardian. On the other, he now was the sole owner of around 15 million dollars. That was always a good thing.
Conary was about to close everything, but the wrinkly old hand of the librarian grabbed his fist tightly. "Were you using that in here?" She demanded faintly, pointing to Conary's headset.
Conary froze, thinking he was caught. He quickly swallowed his hear and croaked, "Um, no ma'am."
"Nice try, sonny. I saw you use it! We have a very strict policy here about cell phone use in the library! I'm going to have to ask you to leave," she said wearily.
"Uh, can I just finish up this important stuff I have to do?" Conary asked, trying to sit back down.
"I'm afraid not, young man," The old lady said, escorting him to the vestibule.
Conary desperately searched for something to save him. Finally, he came to the quickest computer. As they passed the large outlets for the computers, he shoved his foot in the tangle of wires, unplugging every computer in the area.
"Whoops. I'm terribly sorry, very clumsy of me," He mumbled, quickly walking out of the library. Master thief Conary Nealson, foiled by a little old lady? He thought not! Of course, he would regret he ever left that library. He walked smack dab into a towering, hawk-faced man. Conary noticed the olive green of a military uniform. Not a good sign.
He tried to walk away, but the military man held him firmly in place. "Uh, I gotta go, sir. You know, to fill my body with toxins and squander my youth..." Conary said sheepishly.
"I don't think so," The military man responded. He guided Conary towards a large black van parked on the street. Conary then saw several more olive-garbed men enter the library, then exit with a computer. Definitely not a good sign.
"Now, Conary Nealson. Let's talk," The hawk faced officer said, producing a manila folder. "As I'm sure you know, the local bank was just robbed. And we have proof that you did it."
"Proof? Bullshit. I'm just a kid. How could I rob a bank?" Conary asked. Standard tactic: when caught, deny everything.
Hawk face nodded at the other men, who ripped the casing off the computer, producing the hard drive. "This should tell us what we need to know. After that, we just get the security footage of you using the computer when the program was run," The officer explained.
"So what? You plan on taking me to juvy?" Conary asked. He could not suppress the hint of fear in his voice.
"We certainly could, Mr. Nealson, but I'm sure we could arrange for you to share a cell with your step-father. How about that?" The officer suggested.
What little color remained in Conary's face drained. His jig was up. Whatever that meant.
"No? Well, how about this- you work for us, and we destroy the hard drive right here. No questions asked," the officer offered.
Conary jumped at the offer inside. He tried to remain reserved, however, asking, "And what happens to the 15 million dollars?" He already knew the answer.
"It goes back to the owners. But we may provide a small compensation for your services, providing they are adequate," The officer retorted.
"What do you want me to do? And why me?" Conary asked.
The military man opened the manila folder. "Your most recent guardian, a Mr. Kyle Resher, has been monitored for sometime. His skills as a hacker are undeniable. Unfortunately, he will also be spending lots of time in his little locked room. Luckily, he passed some of his knowledge on to you. That's where you come in," The military man explained.
Conary thought about it. That's not to say it took a great deal of thought. "I'll do it," he said.
"Good. I'm Commander Rayfe, your C.O. for this mission. Welcome aboard," Rayfe said, snapping a salute. Conary clumsily returned it. The other soldier dropped the hard drive to the floor, stomping it into oblivion.
Rayfe slid back in his chair. He held all the cards. All he had to do now was to play them...