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“Never mind? This is a pretty big deal, and I don’t want to do anything wrong. Why do you need my servers if this is just malware? I have software that protects against that.”

“See how good it works. You need me to get to your servers. Where are they?”

Code stood to his full height, the width of his chest seemingly expanding as he stared at the two younger men. He folded his arms over his chest and turned his head.

“Whiskey? Bull?”

“Whiskey and Bull? What is that? Code for you don’t know what you’re doing?” laughed the two men.

“No, fucker,” growled Bull. “It’s code for I’m going to break every bone in your fucking body.”

He gripped the back of the first man’s neck the second he tried to run. Whiskey tripped the second one, then stood on his back, crushing him face-first into the concrete floors. Code sat back down at the computer, placing his malware and virus anti-corruption drive into the system. He tapped a few keys, watched the virus be eaten alive, then cleared the system. The two men just stared at him.

“Yeah, asshole. I know what the fuck I’m doing. Who are you, and who sent you?” he asked. Both men shook their heads, refusing to give him any information.

“We can do this another way,” said Whiskey. “In fact, it’s my preferred method where I break one of your fingers for every time I have to repeat myself. Who the fuck sent you?”

“No one!” yelled one of the men.

“Someone sent you, asshole. Who?” asked Bull. When neither man answered, Bull and Whiskey snapped the thumb of the right hand of each man. Screaming at the top of their lungs, they begged to be let go.

“Not happening. Who sent you?” After a few seconds, the index fingers of both men snapped.

“Please! Please, I’m begging you. Stop!” cried the man beneath Whiskey.

“Who sent you?” he hissed into his ear.

“We don’t know. That’s the truth. We get an e-mail telling us to go somewhere and to get information from the computer.”

“Why?” asked Code. “Why come in person? Most viruses and malware can get the information off remotely. Why show up?”

“W-we ask the business owners to put in their information as we’re sitting with them.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” asked Bull.

“It means they’re basically making the business owner give them the information they need to rob them blind, except they don’t have to beg for it. It just happens. Little fuckers are feeding them a line of shit about their systems. The owners put in all the right passcodes and bingo. The doors are open.”

“Who. Sent. You.” Bull snapped the entire hand back on the man. Between crying and screams of agony, he repeated that he didn’t know.

“Where is the e-mail that was sent to you?” asked Code.

“In m-my pocket. On my phone.” Code opened the phone, holding it up to the man’s face for identification and unlocking, then found the e-mail. He also found several other interesting e-mails, all from anonymous senders asking them to infect companies, people, organizations, even the government.

“You’ve been a busy fucking terrorist, haven’t you?” he growled.

“I’m not a terrorist!”

“You agreed to send a trojan virus into the government’s computers,” said Code. “Well, let me show you what we do to people like you.” He connected the man’s phone to the computer and began rapidly typing.

“Hey! Hey, what are you doing?”

“Me? Oh, see, I’m about as genius fucking geeky as you get. And I have a team even better than me. Like way better. Right now, we’re sending an e-mail back to the anonymous sender, and he’s opening it. We’re reversing the hack and the virus, and his entire system is about to be wiped out in three, two, and one. Done.

“That’s how it’s fucking done. In about thirty seconds, he’s going to call this number, and I’m going to answer. He’s going to be incredibly pissed off that everything he’s been working on is now gone. Completely wiped out. He has no more records, no more trails to follow. But I do. I have everything he ever worked on.”

“There’s no way! No fucking way!” yelled the man.

“I’m that good,” grinned Code. Right on cue, the man’s phone rang. “What’s your name? Name.” Bull pressed down on the broken bones, and he screamed.

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