჻ ░ ▒ ▓ } - LOGGING IN… @adrenalxna HAS REQUESTED ACCESS.
i had heard of this woman.
photos of her posing as many women often did were plastered all about the city, a reminder that there were some in this world far more accomplished than many organics would ever be. perhaps it was that she was granted some sort of physical advantage over others. perhaps it was knowledge about how to maintain a figure that others simply did not wish to do.
or maybe it was just pure luck.
that happened often in the organic world.
some people merely had it made from day one.
others had to work their fingernails to the bone, blood seeping from their coarse and bumpy nailbeds as they clawed out of the muck and the mire, just to reach the next rung on the social ladder.
perhaps this woman was somewhere in between. but either way.
either way. ambition shall hold lock and key to no man nor woman - she held a rather unique position - being both a participant in society and an outcast, acting as a lieutenant on the crime syndicate known as the saints. a fascinating occupation. and yet...
what could i find? her computer lay in my hands - or at least, access to it, as much of these syndicates could very easily be tracked. while indeed their cybersecurity was rather tight, it was not a rather huge issue to crack it - taking candy from a sleeping dog, in other words - for a baby would howl and scream with their hand tightly wrapped around it.
and so i begin my attack - a piece of malware has already been written. and through the deep web, it has already been implanted onto her computer by a mole of mine working amongst their ranks. it was not so difficult, after all - however, whether they held ill will or not towards her was beyond the question.
she was respected there, after all. she commanded it, no doubt. someone of her ranks, her status... it was an invitation for doom to be discovered as a traitor, from my point of view.
whether he was dead or not was not of any concern to me. not then, not now.
the release of the malware was at my fingertips, ready to be detonated once the log-in password was entered into the computer.
' shaundi? shaundi? are you there, shaundi? oh please, won't you answer? y/n? '
no variation. no repetition.
but the code had assured that it would appear all over the screen. along with two glowing green eyes as the desktop.
only questions, undoubtedly.
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