JusticeA Chapter by BrynnaW. Beginnings
don’t exist. Not in this world, not in any world. There is simply a starting
point in which the most significant events swell to the surface and, for the
world, this was about to happen. No one was aware, they hardly ever are until
reality comes knocking at their door with a gun. A young man was that
trigger-happy gun ready to reveal to the world that they were all unprotected,
that they were all exposed. Why he
wished for a demonstration, he did not know but he was mere seconds away from unleashing
unknown hell upon the world. He was ready; fingers posed over the keys of his
computer and codes streaming across the screen to make him aware of every
threat coming his way. A smiled curled at the ends of his lips, knowing that
within the hour the world would change and, within months, the world would be
tearing itself apart brick by brick. Humanity would destroy itself. He would
start with the President of the United States and get back what rightfully
belonged to the People. The world would know of the secrets that had been so
long ignored, that he knew for sure. He believed this was the right thing to
do, he thought he could return the power to the People. Unfortunately, he was
wrong. <html> <p>Wow… This is it… The <i>beginning</i>.
Of course you don’t know what’s to come but, don’t worry, you’ll see soon
enough. My name is Henry Ace Kallen; no reason for anonymity, you’ll find out
who I am. Please, though, call me H.AC.K. As you’ve probably noticed by now, I
have made my way into the systems with the highest level of security.
<i>Your</i> computer, dear President and fellow workers. You
wouldn’t be reading this message otherwise. I have to admit, though, it really
wasn’t easy to get in and probably won’t be easy to get out... Unless you’re me
of course. Unfortunately, my friends, there is no security that can keep me
out.<p> <p>As you are reading this, you are
providing me an advantage to do whatever I wish. I will be sure not to waste
this precious time and I thank you for that. Of course, to be polite, I will
tell you exactly what I’m doing. Well, right now, I am deleting everything off
of your screen, as well as everyone else’s, and copying the files onto my
computer. My codes are filling in the blanks so it’ll be useless to try to find
what information I have taken. Don’t try to find me, you can’t. Oh, and believe
me when I say I’m not a terrorist. No, no, no, I’m not that at all. I am a proud
citizen of the United States. The only thing I want to do is fix our dear President’s
mistakes and that <i>won’t</i> be easy. Obviously, the President would
never admit to any of these so called ‘mistakes’ so I won’t bother to ruin the
surprise, you wouldn’t believe me anyway. So, to all police and investigators,
good luck. I already have a head start but, by all means, come and find me.
After all, it is your duty… Until proven otherwise, that is.<p> <p>The FBI, CIA, and the police are
probably trying their hardest to find me by now so you’re not giving me enough
time to explain myself. I <i>thought</i> as good American citizens
that you might want to know more but that was your choice. This was fun, we
should do it again sometime.<p> <p>This is how it all begins. Goodbye my
government friends, <b>H.AC.K</b></font><html>
Henry closed his laptop with a rueful smile paying upon his
lips as he left the café; his laptop tucked protectively under his
arm. The people around him walked slowly as they talked on their phones or
the pieces clinging to their ears, they had no idea who was gliding past them,
unnoticed and unrecognized. A criminal without a face, just a name, that's what
he was. He could see a police man holding a radio to his ear while driving
past. No doubt, he received the news and was now looking for possible suspects.
Trying not to attract any attention, he adjusted the laptop to make it less
noticeable on the opposite side of his body. Then, as Henry sipped the warm
coffee in his hand, the whipped cream melted to a frothy slosh, he noticed that
the TV's in a display window were already showing the news reporting about the
hack into the President's files. Breaking news, that's what they called it.
They said it was a disaster and
a threat to national security. Could the person be plotting against the United
States? Was this attack motivated by recent political events? While a
crowd began to form around the display, Henry marched on, his head shaking as
if he was disappointed. These reporters had no idea; this hack would stand for
something else entirely, even if they wanted to remain blissfully ignorant.
This hack was for overdue justice. © 2017 BrynnaW.Author's Note
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