Page 4 of Hacking His Code
As I’m typing, a pounding sounds against my apartment door. Dreadful slamming that shakes the windows.
Oh, no…
After three loud bangs, the door flies open, and men dressed in black come pouring into my living room.
“This is entrapment!” I yell, jumping to my feet.
But it’s no use. These aren’t your average cops. They’re not even FBI, for that matter. I don’t think Homeland Security operates like this, but I guess there could be some covert branch.
A man reaches for my arm. “You’re coming with me.”
“Like hell, I am!” I shout, taking a paperweight from my desk and hurling it at his face, connecting with his chin.
“Mother-fucker!” the man gasps, cradling his jaw.
I fight like a banshee against arms reaching for me, grabbing, pulling, subduing.
It’s no use.
Apparently, I really was being watched. They were just waiting for a slip, and now, instead of getting due process, I’m probably going to be thrown into some black hole for posing a national security risk.
Hunter
A gruff voice crackles through the walkie talkie. “Sir, we’ve subdued the subject.”
That’s funny.
I press a button to respond. “Subdued? What do you mean by subdued? I asked you to take her in.”
“And that’s what we’re doing.”
“You’re not using force, are you? I merely said take her to me, not kidnap her.”
“Sir, you hired a group of mercenaries and bounty hunters to bring a target to you. This is how we operate.”
“Target? She’s not a target—”
“We’ll be there in twenty,” the voice cuts in. “Over.”
Shit!
Arinessa
Fighting back was useless.I was easily bested.
As soon as they subdued me, a hood was thrown over my head, and shackles secured over my wrists, which were bent awkwardly behind my back. They didn’t even bother to read me my rights.
Instead of going down the three flights of stairs to the bottom floor, the burly men drag me up to the rooftop. For a brief moment, I had worried they were going to throw me off the building, but when the maintenance door opened, instead of being murdered, I was loaded onto a helicopter and thrown into a cage.
Thankfully, it was only a short ride to our destination, and now that the helicopter has landed, I wait for what comes next.
When something terrible happens, waiting is the worst part. I know that sounds insane, but it’s the absolute truth.
When I was caught hacking all those years ago, the part that damn near gave me a heart attack was waiting in that interrogation room for someone to show up. It took hours, and I swear, I developed a full-blown ulcer from it.
“Whaddaya suppose he wants with her?” a husky voice says.
“She’s cute, but I doubt a man with his deep pockets and pretty boy good looks needs to do this to get laid,” a masculine voice says back.
