The Hacker

Click, click, click. My fingers flew across the keyboard. A few more keystrokes and it’d be over. A wrong keystroke could be my downfall.

I pushed the thought from my mind. Sweat beaded on my forehead. Five minutes and a lifetime of hard work would pay off.

I… was… almost… through… the… firewall… click, click, click.

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Across town, Michael looked out the windows in his penthouse. He finally won. All those years of kissing ass and hustling. A few people who’d trusted him weren't in a great place. A few pensions were lost along the way. But this view was worth it.

A chime made him look down at his phone. It was a notice from his bank. “Account balance low.”

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I pushed away from the keyboard. It was done. I knew I had about five minutes before the FBI swooped in, but what I did couldn’t be undone. The hard-drive was wiped.

Before the FBI breached I saw the post. “It’s a miracle! All the money stolen… our pensions were returned!” A few dozen similar alerts lit up my phone. I smirked as they tackled me to the ground and cuffed me.

It was a beautiful day.