Category : Stories
Sub Category : Romance
Floyd Wayland
"Her name: Unknown. Her age: Unknown. Her address: Unknown."
"So what do we know?"
"Nothing. No one has heard off her, no one has seen her. The only proof of her existence is one blurry picture from a security guard's phone."
"Maybe a good cover up?"
"Maybe she doesn't exist, and we are just going mad."
Dany Yannik
"Are you sure? No offense, but this doesn't sound like a good idea," Jackie was always worrying about nothing.
"It is a horrible idea, something only a crazy person would do," I said as calmly as I could manage. My heart was pumping and I was giddy with excitement.
"Dany Yannik you are scaring me! You don't know how to drive a motorcycle, you don't need a motorcycle!"
I ignored her, instead turning to the salesman, "How much?"
"I can't believe you bought it," that's all Jackie would say to me. My roommate and partner in crime was way too uptight.
"Relax I'll go to some secluded place and practice until I get good," stay calm, I had to remind myself.
"Does this mean you're finally going to get out of the car and help me out?"
"Of course not. This means your get away driver just got way cooler. Now if you don't mind I'm going to scope out our next target."
"Anyone I know?" She asked.
"Joshua Wade, billionaire Playboy with a talent for building weapons. Doesn't care who he sells them to, as long as they sell."
"Sounds good," I left before she could say anything else. When I got in my black Fusion my phone pinged. I sighed, couldn't Jackie be alone for five minutes.
Annoyed I got ready to tell her to leave me alone, only to realize it wasn't her but an alert from one of the apps I designed on my phone. An app that told me when anyone was hacking into one of my fake bank accounts.
I looked through the encryption, and watched the hackers progress. To good to be NYPD, FBI, or CIA. On impulse I decided to send this hacker a message…
WHO ARE YOU
…. And waited.