6. HackerA Chapter by Craig2591Chrissy seeks the help of an old friend to try to figure out what's on the mysterious memory card they have found.Ian was leaving work and almost to his car when his phone rang. It was Chrissy. “Hey,” he answered.
“I showed that memory card to everyone here at work,” she said.
“I'm fine. How are you?” he replied with a touch of annoyance.
She ignored his sarcasm. “Nobody here has ever seen anything like it. It's definitely not any kind of programming. Zane was so fascinated with it he wanted to make a copy and try decoding it in his spare time. But the damn thing's copy protected.”
“I didn't know you could copy protect a memory card.”
“Yeah, it's weird alright,” she said, “Zane likes to break the copy protection on DVDs and Blu-ray disks, but he couldn't crack this. He said it's a real pro job.”
“This is sounding stranger by the minute,” he responded, “How in the hell did it get into our possession?!”
“Beats me. I want to show it to an old hacker friend of mine. He's a real ace at this kind of stuff. He can break any encryption.”
“Let me come with you. I want to hear what he has to say. Emily has soccer practice after school, so I don't have to pick her up for awhile.”
“Alright, meet me here and we'll go together.
Ian stopped by Chrissy's work and they drove to her friend's place. Ian parked the car in front of a rather run-down looking apartment building in a seedy looking neighborhood.
“Not the best part of the city,” he said, looking around a little nervously as they got out.
“I lived in this neighborhood for a short time,” said Chrissy, “Lock the doors.”
They walked up to the front door and Chrissy checked the names on the register. She didn't see her friend listed. “Damn it! It's been a few years since I last saw him. He's probably moved.”
They were about to get back in the car when she looked across the street. “Wait a minute,” she said. Ian followed her gaze and saw a man with a dilapidated shopping cart digging through a dumpster. Chrissy started across the street and Ian followed. She stopped when she reached the man. “Benjamin?” she said.
The man straightened and turned around. He was tall, about six feet, and incredibly skinny. Although rare, Ian had heard of anorexia in males. The man looked like a prime case. He had shoulder length jet black hair which contrasted highly with his very pale skin. He looked about thirty years of age. He was holding a broken electric coffee maker in his hand. He looked at Chrissy for several seconds before his eyes widened with surprise. “Chrissy?! Wow!” he exclaimed, “I haven't seen you in years. Where've you been?”
“I moved to another neighborhood,” she replied, “It's been awhile.”
“Well, you're looking good. You look... healthy,” he said. “This your old man?” he asked as he eyed Ian.
“Yeah, but not in the way you think. He's my husband, not my father. Ian, meet Benjamin.”
Benjamin's eyes widened again. “Your husband?! You're married?! No s**t!”
“Yeah, and I've got a kid, too,” she said. She gestured to the shopping cart, which was full of miscellaneous junk and throwaways. “So, are you living on the street now?” she asked.
“Nah. I live in a flat around the corner. Come on, I'll take you to it. We can have a beer and catch up.” He tossed the coffee maker into the cart and started pushing it down the sidewalk. Ian and Chrissy followed. “I had to move because I'm on disability now,” he explained as they walked.
“Disability?” Chrissy replied, “Why? What happened?”
“I went insane,” he answered with a straight face.
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6 Reviews Added on June 27, 2013 Last Updated on July 28, 2013 AuthorCraig2591OHAboutI am a visual artist with no formal training in creative writing. I get stories knocking around my head and sometimes I write them down. I decided to join this site to share them with other writers .. more..Writing
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