Later that night Emily was stood outside the Spytech building. She was dressed all in black with her hair tied back under her hood. The building was dark and only security was left but the cameras were still active. That was the first thing anyone noticed when they entered the Spytech building. It was 9 stories and made mostly of glass and the inside was covered with cameras. They were everywhere. Emily knew enough about the company from Takeda's research to know there was only two minutes of the entire day when someone wasn't watching the cameras. 3AM exactly. "Only 10 seconds left, I have to be quick." She whispered to herself. It was time. She burst through the doors and ran to a door to her right. She found herself in a small corridor, painted white. She sprinted as fast as she could until she reached a turning point. She glanced around the corner and saw a security guard leaning against the wall clearly exhausted. She was prepared for this. Years ago Takeda had developed a gas that would leave anyone affected unconscious for at least an hour without them noticing. She didn't have time for a gas mask so she took a deep breath and sprayed the gas. The guard went limp but stayed against the wall. Emily ran past him, she didn't have long.

At the end of the corridor was a door with the word generator written on it. She burst in and flung her bag off her back. Her lungs were burning and her vision was beginning to blur. She pulled out the small black orb, another one of Takeda's inventions, a small powerful bomb. She opened a panel in the generator and dropped the ball into it. She could barely see by now and was in excruciating pain, she risked a sharp breath. She instantly felt better and ran out. As she passed the guard she glanced at her watch, 20 seconds left. She left into the main room. 10 seconds left,5 she was halfway across the room, 3 she was nearing the door, 2 she pushed the doors open, 1 she flung herself into the ally and landed on her face. She stayed still, not alarms, she was safe. She got up and felt a small scratch on her face and her freshly bruised ribs. Overall she was ok.

When she got to her apartment she treated her injuries and checked her laptop. Earlier that day she had sent Nolan Ross an email asking for his help. She saw he had requested a video chat. She accepted. The thin blonde man appeared on the screen. "Hey Amanda." Nolan said. "Where have you been for the past three years?"

"That is not your concern Nolan, I need your help" She snapped.

"And why exactly do you need my help? Three years ago you couldn't stand being in the same room as me and now you seek me out. How things must have changed."

"I need a flash drive capable of breaking down extremely powerful firewalls and copying every piece of information from a computer in less than a minute leaving no trace. Is that possible?"

"Depends on why you need it."

"I don't have time to waste Nolan I need that flash drive now!" She shouted.

"Fine, it may take some time depending on how powerful a firewall we're talking."

"Extremely."

"I'll do what I can."

"Make it quick." And with that she broke the connection.

Three days later the flash drive arrived at Emily's apartment.

Ten days later she used it. For the first time since she had started working at Spytech Richard left his office without his laptop. His laptop contained every piece of information related to Spytech and it rarely left his side. He entered the elevator and descended. It was time. She could feel the cameras watching her as she pretended to drop her pen and reach for it under the desk. Once under she reached for her bag and pulled out the detonator. BOOM! The building shook. Screams and cries echoed around the offices. All the lights had gone out and the cameras had fallen limp. The power was out.

She ran into the hall and saw people screaming and running for the stairs. There was no need to sneak into his office; no one would be watching her. Richards's office was very large room painted a bright white with no windows and a single camera watching everything. But not now it was as lifeless as the others. She went to his desk and plugged the flash drive into his laptop. The screen went dark and the flash drive lit up. Three minutes later the flash drive gave a small beep and the light went out. It was finished. She took it and ran into the corridor. Everyone was calmer now realising they weren't under attack anymore. Most had left via the stairs but some people remained guiding people out. Emily left with the crowd and returned to her apartment. She had work to do.

When she arrived she saw she had received an email from Mike Holmes. We apologise for the incident today. Spytech has always run of an independent power supply in order to remain secure and today someone attacked our generator. No one was injured and we have now been connected to the main power supply until the generator is fixed. We expect to see you all at work tomorrow.

Mike Holmes (On behalf of Richard Caviaro)

She deleted the email and plugged in the flash drive. She spent the next 5 hours searching through all of Spytech's secrets until she found what she was searching for. Proof the Spytech had been selling equipment and secrets to terrorists. This was perfect. Only Richard had access to this laptop and therefore was the only person who could have been dealing with terrorists. Everything was exactly as she had planned. She prepared the email to the press revealing Richards dark secret. As she was about to send she hesitated, she was about to destroy someone's life. Could she really do this? Then she thought back to the days with her father. Those happy days when she knew everything was alright. How kind and generous he had been, and what they had done to him. She pressed send.

An hour later Richard was all over the news he had been arrested and was currently being questioned. Emily smiled to herself; she did feel a sense of peace. He had deserved this, everything. Even from her few days working at Spytech she had seen how cruel Caviaro could be, particularly to Mike. He treated him (and everyone else) like dirt. He had ruined countless lives with his work aiding terrorism and of course destroying her's and David's. She muted the TV and moved to the computer. She had to thank Nolan. None of this would have been possible without him. "Hello Nolan."

"Hey Amanda what do you want this time?" He said.

"To thank you, I wouldn't have been able to bring down Caviaro without you."

"That was you? Why?"

"He helped Conrad destroy my father. He got what he deserved."

"Wow. You really meant it when you said you'd make them pay."

"Yeah so thanks I couldn't have done it without you."

"Well I promised David I'd protect you so anytime."

"Sure Nolan, bye."

"Bye."

She turned and saw a picture of Mike appear on the TV screen. She turned the volume up. "Yes it has just been confirmed that it was in fact Mike Holmes, Richard Caviaro's right hand man who made the deals with the terrorists." The newscaster said. "What?" Emily let out a sharp breath and dropped the remote.

"Caviaro offered undeniable proof that Mike could have been the only person to make those trades and has been freed from police custody. Mike is now looking at several life sentences or possibly even the death sentence should he be proved guilty which according to police is a certainty." The reporter finished.

Emily stayed still for several minutes before deciding, she wouldn't let Mike be framed like her father and she certainly wouldn't let Caviaro escape unpunished. She didn't care how, one way or another she would have her revenge.