Chapter One: The Opportunity

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Roads are slightly flooded

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Roads are slightly flooded. Scarcely a ray of light seep through the air whenever a distinct thunder erupt beyond the dark clouds. Everything around me seems like it is nothing but an abyss and I'm walking in a path which has no destination. Water splashed with my each steps, emerging from the rain puddle beneath my feet.

Wintry wind blow at my face, shoving the helpless umbrella behind me with an outrageous force, causing the cloudburst venting its rage upon me. My hair strands are now leaking the droplets of clear liquid, joining the rain puddle on the road.

I hug the umbrella rod close to my body, with an endeavour to keep it in place and not scoot away from above my head.

As I stroll forward, thoughts from my previous hours made its way back into my brain like an unwelcome guest.

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My eyes stung from the unyielding stare at the computer screen. Fingers were about to fall off due to the incessant typing. And lastly, my tailbone was about to break for sitting with my back bent since past 8 hours.

However, none of these inconveniences were potent enough to stop me from doing this. I was almost close, I can't hang it up.

Multiplying the pace of my fingers, I solified my focus on the data. Sparkles glimmered in my eyes when I saw the profile loading.

Just a bit more.

Few more minutes.

Impatiently, I tapped my fingers on my desk. Bouncing my legs ceaselessly. Heart rate was long high at the anticipation.

My movements abruptly came to a halt at the sight unfolding. The rim of the profile was the only part yet to be loaded. My breath stuck in my throat at the blurred information as it was getting loaded.

Few more seconds passed, and I released the breath that I was holding. The thumping heart pumped more in pure ecstasy that was infected all over my chest.

I finally did it.

The face of the last victim of the killing spree during the recurrent blackouts we had been trying to identify for god knows how long is finally before me. In my beloved computer screen.

All those pain in my back, the blinding rays of the screen stinging my eyes and those excessive taps of my fingers payed off. It was worth it.

Not wasting a second further, I turned the printer on, inking the blank paper with the treasure I discovered.

After this, the company better increase my salary. Otherwise I will hack into their fund and flee away with those stacks.

Fidgeting my fingers and biting my lip, I gawked at the printer as though it was some hot man. The rush of enthrallment and bliss was bared in my sleepless eyes.

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