Money. Not simply a lot of money taken from a few accounts, but bits here and there. Moderate amounts of money from many different places, first transferred to a private account online, then into the island's. It started first as a slow trickle, that soon evolved into a steady flowing river of cash. All over a matter of days.
Sitting back in his chair in the office, Silva does the usual things before switching his personal laptop to standby for the night. Before sliding into bed with his boyfriend, the cyberterrorist has to check the various bank accounts where the money to buy the jets, the helicopters, the cars and the guns is stashed.Tapping away on a multi-lingual keyboard, the bright screen flashes and the current balance shows up moments later, displaying a bold 12 figure status. The cyberterrorist frowns.
Silently, he mouths the amount. Ten billion. Blinking rapidly, the blond pushes back from the desk in silent bewilderment. How is this even possible?Oh, he's targeted the stock market. He's pulled millions from corporations through carefully placed viruses and malware; allowed him to hack into the richest businessmen's accounts, but this... this is hacking on a different scale. It's as if someone just managed to draw out funds directly from the Head of Microsoft.Hearing Max stirring slightly in the bed in the other room, Silva looks away for one moment. His mind races. Felix had said something about Tabitha and her ability to out-hack everyone. Apparently his Dragon had given her a gift... Silva begins typing away at a feverish pace. Running the hack through several different software systems simultaneously, a few programmes of which he'd designed himself, the code finally receives a match. There. Of course. The money had been drawn out via the computer based in Tabitha's cubicle in the IT cluster. What a clever little girl...Closing the laptop, Silva pads over silently to the bed. Max's lazy grin as he approaches, holding the covers open, makes the blonde huff slightly, amused gaze falling briefly across the body laid out ready and waiting under the soft duvet quilt. But it's clear Silva's thoughts are elsewhere. It's on the tip of Zorin's tongue to ask... then the German simply rolls his shoulders, turning over. The cyberterrorist pauses, scratching his head. Tomorrow. He must have a word with the girl tomorrow.
Climbing into bed, he gives Max's side a thoughtful stroke. His lover grunts slightly. It's obvious Silva's missed his chance, if that indeed had been what the cyberterrorist was after. Falling onto his back, Silva stares up at the ceiling, silently contemplating this recent change in events. A golden girl. Could this really be true?It meant that the Cause would no longer need to worry about any financial difficulties. They could strip any rival company to the ground. Take pots of gold from literally anyone and everyone. Including the funds allocated to MI6 via the British Government. Silva's mind races with the possibilities.Sleep takes him several hours later.
