10-06-2016, 01:42 PM
By now, Carl had determined that Phaser was really involved in the hospital hack. He really had extracted image and video files from the internal security. And those files were shared with addresses consisted with Borg activity.
What he didn't know was why.
Phaser never got involved in governments. His M.O. was personal, fun, chaotic and mischievous. He was not known to interfere with espionage of nations. Why now? He signed the image. He knew someone would connect him to the crime. So why?
"WHY!?"
Carl scratched his scalp and decided to get a fresh cup of coffee. His cubicle mate watched him stalk off, but didn't interrupt the inner monologue.
After the walk to clear his head, and a bathroom break, he checked messages and saw Safa was trying to get ahold of him. He quickly told her everything was ok. He was safe. The bomb was caught in time. There was a classified matter he was working on and he'd call later but not to expect him for dinner.
He was on his way back to his desk when the director flagged him. He should have known.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the director's office.
"The Consul is breathing down my neck. And the Under-Consul is breathing down his. Where are you at?"
Carl gripped his coffeecup. "I have found the evidence of the hack and trying to confirm who did it."
The director nodded, "how much longer?"
Carl looked at a clock. It was almost lunchtime. Damn. No wonder he was starving. "Should know some more in a few hours."
The director waved him out and Carl hurried back to work. Luckily, he had a stash of M&M's in his drawer: the peanut butter kind. Laced with ZEF-caffeine enhancers. Even better.
What he didn't know was why.
Phaser never got involved in governments. His M.O. was personal, fun, chaotic and mischievous. He was not known to interfere with espionage of nations. Why now? He signed the image. He knew someone would connect him to the crime. So why?
"WHY!?"
Carl scratched his scalp and decided to get a fresh cup of coffee. His cubicle mate watched him stalk off, but didn't interrupt the inner monologue.
After the walk to clear his head, and a bathroom break, he checked messages and saw Safa was trying to get ahold of him. He quickly told her everything was ok. He was safe. The bomb was caught in time. There was a classified matter he was working on and he'd call later but not to expect him for dinner.
He was on his way back to his desk when the director flagged him. He should have known.
"Sir?" He popped his head in the director's office.
"The Consul is breathing down my neck. And the Under-Consul is breathing down his. Where are you at?"
Carl gripped his coffeecup. "I have found the evidence of the hack and trying to confirm who did it."
The director nodded, "how much longer?"
Carl looked at a clock. It was almost lunchtime. Damn. No wonder he was starving. "Should know some more in a few hours."
The director waved him out and Carl hurried back to work. Luckily, he had a stash of M&M's in his drawer: the peanut butter kind. Laced with ZEF-caffeine enhancers. Even better.