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“We’re chasing these assholes, brother. They’re tapping into non-profits all over the country and pulling a scam. They withdraw a huge amount of money from the business’s account, transfer it to one of their employee’s personal accounts, then transfer it again to a ghost account, leaving the employee to blame.”

“What the fuck?” muttered Cap.

“They haven’t touched anything yet because they have no access to the funds,” said Code. “Cap, if you’ll trust me, I’d like remote access to this so I can trace the virus.”

“But can you get to them before they get to my money?” he asked.

“I’m going to do my own little number,” smirked Code, nodding to Monroe. The little boy waved at him, smiling.

“Are you shitting me? That kid is going to do this?”

“Don’t you remember Pigsty?” smirked Code. “This kid is even better than him.”

“I don’t believe it,” said Cap.

“Watch me,” laughed Monroe. He took the keyboard and began pecking away.

“Hey, we didn’t give him access yet,” said Sammy.

“Don’t need it,” smiled the boy. “I’m in. I’m going to block anything that has a dollar value attached to it. Banking, payroll, anything. Then, I’m going to divert it to a different account protected by our G.R.I.P. Steel Virus Protector. It will be a private account into a dummy account we have created. I’m going to give them access to exactly $11.43. While they’re trying to figure out what the heck is happening, I’m going to go in and see where they are.”

“If my money disappears, Nine, I’m going to be seriously pissed off.”

“Language. He’s just a kid,” smirked Nine.

“Jesus, I’m getting an ulcer here, and you’re worried about…”

“It’s done,” smiled Monroe. “They took the $11.43, but they couldn’t get into anything else. You’re welcome. Before they could initiate the bouncing to all the servers, I installed a virus that prevented that, and that let me trace their location.” Monroe smiled, waiting for someone to thank him. Then he frowned.

“Sorry, kid. You did great,” said Gaspar. “Now, can you tell us where they are?”

“No.”

“No?” repeated Nine.

“Well, I mean, the servers are in Utah, but it’s just a room in this building,” he said, showing the address on the screen. It was a cinderblock storefront in a strip mall on the outskirts of town. The sign in the window said that a new business was coming soon.

“Damn,” muttered Antoine.

“Yeah, but whoever was trying to bounce the signal was in Las Vegas at this address.”

“Kid, you did good,” smirked Gaspar.

“What about our computers?” asked Cap.

“Oh, you can go into them now,” said Monroe. “I cleaned it up for you. You had a lot of spam and stuff. It should run faster now, and I gave you more hard drive space, and you’re protected by our Steel program. Can I go meet Victoria now? We’re working on something really cool.”

“Yeah, kid. Go have fun,” smiled Code.

“Who in the hell is that kid?” asked Cap.

“He’s my grandson,” said Nine proudly. “Jax and Ellie adopted him.”

“Damn. You eggheads really stick together,” he smirked. “Listen, I’ll never be able to repay you, but if you guys need any help, let me know. I’ve got a lot of vets we’re helping out that would be itching to get at guys like this.” Nine nodded.

“We appreciate it, brother. Talk to you soon.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

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