Its 4:30 a.m., Erin sits at her computer in her underwear and a blue cotton t-shirt typing away trying to get the information she needs from an extremely wealthy man's bank account. She looks at her watch, knowing the person who needs the information will be at her small apartment in an hour.
"This amateur hacking shit sucks, why can't I get the big jobs anymore?"
She says out loud to herself. She wipes the small bead of sweat off her forehead as she types passwords in and downloads the things that she needs. She leans back in her chair sighs as all the information gets downloaded onto the c.d. for her client.
She stands up looks around the small room and stretches her back. She grabs some jeans off the floor and pulls them on and then picks up her gun, checks to see that it is loaded and puts it in her back pocket. She takes the disk out of her computer and wipes all of her fingerprints off of it and slips it into a case. She then runs her long thin fingers thru her dark brown pixie cut hair. All of a sudden she hears a loud knock on her door and she spins around and notices that its 5:00 and that he is early. She walks to the door and opens it.
"You're early" she says a in a somewhat annoyed tone.
"I'm in a hurry, do you have what I want?" he asks with the same tone.
"Have you got my money?" Erin replies while she has her hand on the gun in her back pocket. The man hands her the money and she quickly counts it and then hands him the disk, and shuts-the door and locks it. She sighs and puts the gun down next to her computer and all of the rest of her supplies. She then takes a small silver disk out of her computer labels it and throws it in a small satchel with a bunch of other disks just like it. She kept everything she ever hacked into, any document stolen, or anything else backed up on a small silver disk in that satchel.
She took the 200 dollars; she just earned and put it in the small safe next to her modem and tool belt. She stretched again and yawned, being up for a day and a half straight she wanted to get some sleep before someone else needed something. She took a deep breath and realized her hands where shaking, her anxiety was coming back and she grabbed her medicine off the shelve and popped 2 pills and then set the bottle back and rubbed her eyes. This job always made her this way, even more so after a project.
She started to push all the clothes and papers and other things off her bed that was just a beat-up old mattress on the floor. She adjusted the blankets and all of a sudden she hears 2 loud bangs on her door. She jumps up and her heart races. She looks around the room in a panic and whoever it is bangs on the door again. She swallows hard puts the gun back in her back pocket and walks towards the door.