Cracking Mr. Codehead (DA Series Book 3)

Chapter 25

Devon Point of View

I have been working on the important task illaria had trusted me with for several hours now. To put in the categories of pass or fail is a little difficult because it's somewhere in the middle and the chances are 50-50.

I glanced at Ural who is yawning as loudly as an elephant but still kept typing on his keyboard. There are four monitor screens before him, one has codes running, one has a several windows popped up, the third has another set of codes running while the four has a dashboard of our own personal software opened with a list of notifications displayed on it.

I can tell what is running in Illaria's mind to do something like this. Although, her decision on this issue is a risky one but it's a needed evil to solve something big.

I glanced at the satellite view of the globe with changing climatic situations real-time. The camping grounds that Illaria and her company staff is in right now is shrouded with terrible weather conditions which will eventually lead to something big and disastrous.

"Devon, bud, I think controlling this current situation will be no less than a miracle. I did not think Ms. Allard would be so brave to do something like this." Ural spoke while yawning loudly.

There are black bags hanging below his eyes showing how tired and sleep deprived he is. Just a night of work and no sleep shouldn't be too much for anyone. However, Ural is a sleep lover. He just loves to take short and long naps whenever he has free time or bored out of his butts.

Just a night of staying awake has taken a great toll on him. I'm still fine, feeling energetic and not very tired.

"Could you track down the source location?" I asked, agreeing silently to his statement about Illaria's braveness.

"Not yet. There are so many dead-end loops here. This is just endless, my God! Whoever made this whole program is such a devil!" He continued to type away, changing the perspective of the codes every now and then as he tried different ways to get to the source of this chaos.

"Aya, look who texted back!" Ural scrolled through his phone and read a couple of cyphered messages. "Guess what, I just a text back from one of the people I contacted earlier and according to him, there was a manipulated climatic disaster in a small desert in the fast east. Supposedly, it was a test trial but the desert was rattled upside down by the test which caused the villages and towns that are by the border of the desert to be buried under sandstorms."

"Causalities? Source and clues?" I asked as I pulled out my phone and looked into my mailbox. There was indeed an official email sent to me by them just a while ago explaining about several of these test trial taking place around the world at random places.

"People are severely hurt but there is no mortality news for now thankfully. Source or clues of the sources are not found. When they tried to find them, they encountered the exact same problem as me, there are endless loops with dead-ends."

This is all such a mess!

These people have no regard for human life or the environment of the planet. So many lives are being jeopardized and they just don't care. They only care about their fame, success, power and wealth.

Although we and everyone know this is the work of SkyGod, without any solid evidence, we cannot take legal action on them.

One of the reasons I agreed to help Illaria is because I am repulsed by these inhumane people and felt a strong desire to destroyed them.

Also because Illaria is –

Ah no! Nevermind!

'Devon hi,' Just when I was distracted by a simple thought of someone, I got a message from her.