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Password Incorrect

Password Incorrect

Auteur：Kathleen Leskey

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#hackers #nerd #adventure #humorous #mystery #bxg #confident #stubborn
Introduction
I can't keep the smile off my face as I take my seat on the plane. I slide my bag under the seat and lean back. I close my eyes and let a blissful smile grace my face. He said I wouldn't be able to run. As if. I'm vaguely aware of someone taking the seat next to mine, but I pay no attention to said person. "So where we headed?" I choke on my own spit as my eyes fly open and whirl around to face the owner of the familiar voice. His eyes are hidden behind those damn sunglasses and a rather smug smile graces his face. I continue choking and he does nothing other than flip through a magazine. That smug smile never leaving his face. "You still haven't answered the question." "To hell." I finally manage to choke out. "Awesome," He flips a page in the magazine, "It's about time I returned home. You know, bodies to burn, lost souls to torture, I've missed it. It'll be fun." Nicolette Moore. A name law enforcement agencies across the world know. Though no one's ever seen the face of the world's greatest thief and hacker, everyone knows who she is by name. Nicky. She's an absolute genius. Once upon a time she wasn't the best person in the world. When her family was struggling she made some bad choices to help them through it, but when she tried to get out she got pulled in deeper. Ryder Stevenson. He's the son of the director of the FBI, and an FBI Agent himself. He's the one who brings in Nicky to get her protection from the people chasing after her. He's also the one, who gets assigned to protect her. Neither one of them like each other, and they can't go five minutes without getting in a full blown argument. She's constantly ditching him only for him to show up later and prove to her he's not that easy to get rid of. They're stuck with each other whether they like it or not. But he doesn't know who she really is. What will he do when he finds out? An FBI Agent protecting THE Hacker. The one the FBI have been after for years...this just screams chaos.
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Nicky's POV

"Come on Nicolette." His taunting voice calls.

I place my hands over my mouth to keep in the scream that so desperately wants to escape as he stops by my hiding spot.

Probability he doesn't look and just keeps walking by?

Low. Very, very low.

My breathing sounds like the loudest thing ever and I try to will myself to shut up, to breath evenly. I begin to count in my head, begin to run through math problems.

Unfortunately, the only thing I'm able to run through is the probability of making it out of this alive.

I try to focus my eyes on anything. Try to take my mind off the gun-wielding maniac currently stopped behind me. That doesn't work either.

It's damn near impossible to see anything in this dark building and my glasses have long since been lost. My crappy eyesight doing absolutely nothing to help me focus on something else other my inevitable end.

I nearly let out a shout of complete and utter joy when I hear his footsteps retreat from my hiding spot.

"I'll make this easy for you." He says calmly and I dare not move a nanometer. "I'll give you the chance to join back up. To help us out once again."

I'm silent, my heart beating wildly in my chest and for a moment I'm sure he can hear it. I'm sure he can hear my heavy breathing and pounding heart.

"It'll be just like old times." His footsteps echo around the room as he walks through the area, trying to determine where it is I'm hiding. He knows I'm in this room, and he knows he's got me beat.

Ryder's voice seems to echo around in my head, telling me to shut up, to stay quiet. That he's only trying to figure out where I am...gee thanks. It's not like I hadn't already figured that out.

My hands find the gun resting on the floor next to me. The gun I'd stolen from Ryder. He's likely not even noticed it's gone...and he won't notice it's gone. Not till it's too late.

It's not like I'd actually be able to hit this guy. Sure I'd been taught how to use a gun but my aim sucks...not to mention I don't even have my glasses and I'm as blind as one can be without them.

I hear his footsteps stop a second time by my hiding place in the dark corner, wedged behind the musty old couch.

Probability he passes by a second time?

Non-freaking-existent.

I'm so screwed...and dead. Mostly dead.

I should've told someone where I was going. But the thought hadn't crossed my mind. Especially since I'd broken probably every law short of murder to get here now.

Suddenly death doesn't seem that bad...sounds a lot better than facing Ryder's wrath if I make it out of this alive...which I won't.

I'd never planned on it to begin with.

I'd dug myself a deep hole this time, and nothing was going to get me out of it. I'd known that from the start. I knew what it was I wanted to do. What I wanted to achieve.

I've always blamed all of them for the way my life turned out. Constantly running from the police, FBI, and every other freaking law enforcement officer on the planet, but it was never their fault. They'd never had a choice. I had, and I chose wrong.

But I plan on making the right choice now...and living with the consequences.

Even if that means death...and considering my predicament...

Yeah, it means death...I'm so sorry Ryder...no I'm not.