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There is a hacker called the Serpent. She has exposed the dirtiest political secrets, crippled corporations, destroyed sex-trafficking rings, and taken down small governments. What are her motivations or affiliations? No one can be sure. All that is known is that she is unstoppable. The Serpent does not work well with others. Her work is best done in solitude, in the depths of night. She’s rarely in the same location for more than a few months. Not that she’s running from anything. But some research is best done in person, and her work ...
Every cell in Charlie’s body was filled with terror. An urgent feeling swelled up in her- a feeling that she needed to run. A voice within her called, get out. Get out. I have a really bad feeling about this, she thought. -six hours earlier- I don’t know, Tess… Oh, come on! I promise they’re going to love you. Charlie hesitated. Ok, I’ll go. Charlie Quinn, 27 years old, had lived in New York City all her life. She didn’t much enjoy going to the country. But Tessa Hartley, her girlfriend of almost a year, had invited her to spend ...
Sheldon Bennet, 21, was not particularly special by any discernible means. He worked at an average job, drove an average car, and lived in a perfectly normal house with average people. I suppose you’re expecting that Sheldon’s life is about to change, that he’s about to commit a heroic deed or save a damsel in distress. But this story isn’t about anything Sheldon did or accomplished. It is about something that happened to him, one clear October night. “30 minutes or you’re fired!” Joe Accordino shouted. Sheldon’s boss was a short, angry ma...
Submitted to Contest #116
Prologue: The Plan Her name was Anna. Pronunciation: “Ah-nuh.” Any other pronunciation was unacceptable, so you had better not try “An-ah” or any other nonsense like that. Anna worked as a secretary at a paperclip corporation, and she rode her bike to work because she read in The Times that it was good for your health. She had lived in New York City all her life, and lived in the most sensibly priced flat she could find. She was twenty-eight and a half years old and lived with two roommates, Marcie and Ivy, and exactly one dog. The dog was...
Wake up, Evelyn. I’d had the dream again. This time it was more vivid than the last. I sigh and slam the pillow into my resting head. Wake up. We have to leave. Owen’s voice. Sometimes it takes me a minute to discern sounds in the morning. Especially when I’ve had the dream. I know what’s coming, and I don’t want to face it. Another full day of training. I know I’m ready to go out in the field, and I’m impatient for the real world. But I have to fulfill the requirements. I’m a good student, and my time is coming soon. Patience, though, is no...
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