Atlas Montes, probably the best female hacker and pickpocket of Spain, just wanted to rob a store with her brother. He would go in while she sits in a café opposite the street and hacks the security system and cameras. It always went like this, go i...
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The sky was grey, the sun hidden.
The cafe wasn't too crowded, so there was a silent and comfortable atmosphere. Apart from the voices, the coffee machines in the back and the sound of table spoons hitting against cups, there was a fast tipping on a keyboard to be heard.
In the darker corners of the little cafe, was a woman, wearing a black jacket, some blue, old jeans and black converse, which could definitely be replaced. With her hood over her head she sat by a table, completely focused on her work. Her face was hidden behind shadows, but some of her blonde, long hair stood out. Other people would think she was writing a book or a famous author, who didn't want to be seen. Oh, she was so much more than that.
The woman was Atlas Montes, a woman who was supposed to be dead. She died twenty years ago, in a car crash with her parents. Back then she was fourteen years old. At 12 she had already gotten a notice for beating up a kid from her school. He was an asshole. He deserved it.
At the car crash Atlas climbed out of the car, nearly bleeding to death, and ran as fast as she could away. After fleeing from the crash, she took care of her wounds and went undercover, just like the walking dead. She started to pick-pocket and quickly became an expert. After weeks of living on the streets and hiding from the police, who were searching for her, the news soon published, that the police dropped the case.
Suddenly, as she walked around a corner, she bumped into a elder woman, who offered to take her in with her family. Their family was soon revealed to be criminals. They got the young girl a new identity, started training with her and raised her. There she met her brother, who was currently breaking into the bank opposite the street.
"Miguel, how far are you?" She whispered over her headset which was hidden under her hood, speaking as quietly as possible so no one would notice anything.
"In front of the safe now, sis. Code?" A male voice echoed into her ear, while her eyes didn't leave the little screen in front of her. "Wait.." Atlas hacked deeper into the system, searching for the code. Her fingers were fast, the many letters and numbers reflecting in her glasses. "Try 3-1-0-3." She kept quiet for a second, waiting for an okay from her brother.
"Nope." Her leg was shaking, these situations were always a bit stressful, but Atlas knew how to deal with stress. "Okay, try 2-7-0-5." There was silence for multiple heartbeats.
"I'm in." The woman had to keep herself from jumping up and cheering. "Okay, do what we discussed. You have 3 minutes. The timer starts... now."
Now, all she had to do was wait.
Tick, tock.
"Two minutes."
Tick, tock.
"One minute."
Tick, tock.
"Thirty seconds, Mig."
Tick, tock.
"Ten."
Tick.
"Eight."
Tick.
"Six."
Tick.
"Four."
Tick.
"Two. Miguel?"
One.
"Mig, are you there?"
"Miguel? Answer me. Miguel!"
Atlas started to activate the cameras again, which she deactivated ten minutes before. She clicked through them in a haste, but then stopped at the which showed the hallway.
There he laid, her dear brother, on the floor, a bullet in his chest.
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Atlas ran, and she ran like she never ran before. The police was on her heels. After her brother got shot, she excited the cafe as fast as she could, but one of the policemen saw her and quickly figured out that she was the hacker.
With her laptop under her arm and her hood down, due to physics, the blonde fled through the crowds on the sidewalks, only having two thoughts on her mind. One, her dead brother. And two, surviving.
"Sorry, sorry!" She shouted to the grandma which she accidentally caused to trip before continuing her run.
Corner to the left. Corner to the right. Into the alley. "Fuck." dead end.
Atlas turned around, there were no policemen there yet. She turned around again to face the wall, then started climbing it up. Her fingers were tight around the drains along the house wall while her laptop was in the grey messenger bag over her shoulder. Soon she reached a window, climbed inside and quickly went to the other side to the opposite window. After a quick look down, she jumped.
The Montes woman landed in a pile of straw and stood up. She quickly cleaned herself off before running along the alley again. Just as she reached the sidewalk, she could hear the sirens again.
And that day, the day she was going to get slaughtered, her guardian angel appeared. You can never be sure what a guardian angel will look like. But what you never imagine, is for him to drive up in an old Sedan from 1992.
A red car stopped right in front of her. The window rolled down, revealing a man. He had glasses on, wavy and black hair and quite a beard. He looked like he didn't shave often.
"Get in."
A quick look to the left, then to the right. Policemen. After a quick tumble of thoughts running through her head, she took the only escape possible and got into the car.
He accelerated and sped through the narrow streets. Before Atlas could even realize what she just did, he turned into a garage and turned the engine off.
Slowly the woman turned to him, looking him up and down. He looked from close a lot better. Probably in his late 30s. His black hair was so.. soft. Something was about this man, that she couldn't explain. She wanted to find out his story and who he was.
"Thanks, I guess." She spoke up after a while, causing him to turn to her now. He nodded slightly. Atlas let her eyes wander over his body language. He was nervous and shy. The man couldn't look into her eyes and just looked around the car. She wanted to see his eyes. He probably had many encounters like this and experienced different reactions. "No problem." His voice was soft, yet deep and a little bit horse.
There was a long silence between them until he finally looked at her, his brown eyes revealing.
"I.." He started, but couldn't find the words. Atlas was confused as hell.
"Who the fuck are you?"
He looked into her green eyes, gulping and keeping himself from smiling.
