10-13-2016, 07:44 PM
A hand touched him on the shoulder. Carl's eyes were fixed to his screens.
"Carl, your wife has called four times. Call her back."
He nodded that he would. Four times? That was a little excessive. It was only -
It was 11 o'clock! No wonder he was starving.
He rubbed his eyes and snatched his personal Wallet. Safa. I am so sorry. I'm okay, but wrapped up with work. I may not be home till tomorrow. Everything's okay though. He knew she worried about him. And with the news going on about nuclear bombs and terrorists, and the fact that he worked near the Kremlin for the government, she must have been out of her mind.
A relieved message was returned, and he relaxed long enough to get a drink of coffee. It had gone cold half a day earlier. No wonder it tasted awful.
The hours flew by once he was in the zone. Eyes, mind and hands all focused on one coordinated effort. Finding Phaser. By the afternoon, he believed that the real Phaser was the one to leak the images. Although Carl had no idea what his motive was. It was very uncharacteristic for the hacker.
Then he went on a quest to find Phaser in person. To seek where the hack originated. But the signal was weird. He must use a work station on the go. It bounced all over the place. So Carl assumed the signal was being rerouted on purpose, but something about it didn't feel like a goose chase. It felt legitimate. Like it really did move.
Then he had to cover enough of his own tracks, write a report, and submit just enough to the director to not be bothered for a while but not yet point out Phaser as the culprit until he knew more. Something must be wrong with the guy. Maybe he was being blackmailed.
"Carl, your wife has called four times. Call her back."
He nodded that he would. Four times? That was a little excessive. It was only -
It was 11 o'clock! No wonder he was starving.
He rubbed his eyes and snatched his personal Wallet. Safa. I am so sorry. I'm okay, but wrapped up with work. I may not be home till tomorrow. Everything's okay though. He knew she worried about him. And with the news going on about nuclear bombs and terrorists, and the fact that he worked near the Kremlin for the government, she must have been out of her mind.
A relieved message was returned, and he relaxed long enough to get a drink of coffee. It had gone cold half a day earlier. No wonder it tasted awful.
The hours flew by once he was in the zone. Eyes, mind and hands all focused on one coordinated effort. Finding Phaser. By the afternoon, he believed that the real Phaser was the one to leak the images. Although Carl had no idea what his motive was. It was very uncharacteristic for the hacker.
Then he went on a quest to find Phaser in person. To seek where the hack originated. But the signal was weird. He must use a work station on the go. It bounced all over the place. So Carl assumed the signal was being rerouted on purpose, but something about it didn't feel like a goose chase. It felt legitimate. Like it really did move.
Then he had to cover enough of his own tracks, write a report, and submit just enough to the director to not be bothered for a while but not yet point out Phaser as the culprit until he knew more. Something must be wrong with the guy. Maybe he was being blackmailed.