His Miracle Mate: Rise of the Moon Children

Chapter 34

Ezra's parents were back in the cabin. They looked furiously focused, though Wren's eyes were rimmed in red.

Sam had fetched his laptop and was now looking through the contents of the USB with Orton. Wren and Mom pored over the journal, while Zyron and Dad were reading through the rest of the letters.

The smell of coffee permeated the cabin, and with the swaying flames of the fireplace, one could almost believe we were having a cozy night gathering and not trying to find clues to stop an organization hell bent on exterminating us.

Ezra and I joined Sam and Orton, sitting on the carpet with the laptop open on the coffee table in front of them.

"What's in the USB?" I asked, sitting next to Orton.

"It looks like instructions," Sam mumbled, clicking through files. He whistled. "Yep. They're instructions to access a particular site on the dark web."

The dark web? It sounded like something right out of a sci-fi movie.

"What's that?" Orton asked.

"It's a part of the Internet you can't access using normal search engines," Sam said, his fingers flying over the keyboard.

"The instructions in the USB lead...." Sam's voice trailed as windows opened and closed on the screen with lightning speed. I could barely keep up. "...right here."

A plain black screen with two empty text fields popped up. Sam hummed. "We need a username and a password."

Ezra snatched the piece of paper we found in the notebook. "This could be the password."

"We still need a username," Sam said.

"Oh! That diagram!" I said. "Mom, can I see the journal?"

"Sure, sweetheart. Did you guys find anything?" Mom asked, handing me the journal across the table. I stretched my arm with a groan but couldn't reach it.

"I got it, shorty," Orton said, reaching with his long arm to take the journal from Mom. I stuck my tongue out at him.

"I'm not short. You're just needlessly tall," I grumbled, snatching the journal. I opened it to the last page where I'd spotted that diagram earlier. They didn't use their real names, which meant those monikers could most likely be used as usernames.

My eyes strained to pick up the annoyingly small letters. Ezra, Orton and Sam crowded around me.

"Jun said Frederick is a member of the third order," I said, tracing the lines to the third level from the bottom. There were too many names. How in the world would we know which one is Frederick's?

"Should we try them all?" I asked Sam.

He made a face. "I'd rather not. We don't know how the program is designed. We could get blocked once we try a certain number of times."

Hmm. Oh, wait. I flipped through the pages to the meeting records.

"What are you looking for?" Ezra asked.

"If Frederick has been in all these meetings, his name should be among the attendants. We should just look for the name that's constantly repeated in all the records."

We flipped through the meetings, and thirty minutes later, we had a name. One person who had attended all those meetings. That had to be Frederick.

"Good thinking, Little Red," Sam said, his fingers clicking away.

Would it work? I bit my lips as Sam typed in the username and password. A loading sign filled up on the screen. A second later, a new screen popped up.

"Yes! We're in," Sam said. I scooted closer, accidentally jabbing my elbow in Orton's side.