Sam Henson sat at his desk, when the phone rang.
"Yeah Danney, babby. What can I do for you?"
"Hey, remember that Merc Girl you bought a song from a little while back."
The fool girl ,and her annoying corpo friend.
"Of course! Do they have another song they wanna sell?"
"No? I just got heads up to not go into your office for the next few weeks, and wanted to see if YOU knew why."
He frowned, he began to speak but His comptuer flickerd off, and on. Along with the connection to his agent.
Was some moron messing with EMP's again? At least bigger companies than him were nearby and would probably help.
Power kicked back on, but his computer was blank.
Okay, not an EMP. Someone just hacked into their local private servers and took out his entire system.
That was bad he would need to call-
A message from his agent. pinged.
All backups confirmed deleted. His phone numbers were blank.
He felt himself hyperventilating.
This was an attack.
This...Could he recover from this?
He fell to his knees and threw up in the trash can as the mounting stress and magnitude of what he'd lost in a moment hit him.
He heard the building slowly implode into yelling, as panick began to take root.
He nearly jumped several feet in the air when his email opened up, without input. A single email in the box.
To: SamHenson
From: ADMIN_
Subject: Open Me Sam.
No body. Only an application.
Ghost_In_The_ .EXE
Numbly he clicked it, reasoning at this point they already had whatever they wanted.
Everything flickered once again, and everything was back to normal. He collapsed back into his RealLeather Dynamic Chair.
His contacts, private documents. He heard a cheer down the hallway. He thought he heard someone crying in what sounded like relief. The feeling of releif so palpable that some might even forgive such weakness. He would be bringing it up next meeting if he could confirm the identity of course.
Wait, not everything was exactly the same. His email had a new folder, and his inbox had been moved, Only one email remained.
To:SamHenson Muixx
From:Ghost_In_The_Shell
Dear Sam,
I heard my song today.
We definately had a deal, so I can't stop you from using it.
I would like to let you know. That if I ever play it during a Set, and someone calls me "Mr Studd girl", "Miss Studd" Or any other possible derivative.
You will be made to understand my displeasure on the matter.
Cordially,
Ghost in the Shell.
PS See Attachment.
PPS Check your right hand drawer. (The one with the drugs.)
Grimacing he opened it to see what incriminating evidence was placed to further blackmail him.
Instead of evidence, he was greeted by a large box of brightly painted, clearly homemade, grenades.
Security was unhappy with him.
He was notable less happy, that evening, when he finally got a chance to scroll the attachment.
Rip_And_
It was going to take every ounce of his capability to get himself out of this mess.
He also needed to buy the rights to the XBD song if they hadn't already done so. It would certainly make a lot of profit to the right audience.