Connected

Chapter 3: Breaking Point

"It requires a username in password?" Trey was staring at the screen of the freshly installed app.

"Does it allow us to sign up for one?"

Trey scoffed. "Well obviously not. It could possibly be a time travel app. Jesus, Brandon..."

Jeez, no need to be pretentious.

"Here, hand it to me." I said.

I stared at the screen, looking for a possible URL.

Trey stood up. "Well, I'm going to grab a snack. Want anything?"

"Sure, can you get me a bag of Doritos?"

He grinned. "With a Mountain Dew and-"

"Trey, your 'jokes,' are stupid."

He walked towards the kitchen. "Whatever."

I turned back to the phone and something new was on the screen: a binary code at the bottom. Oh, great.

"Hey Trey, I found something!" I shouted out.

He ran back in with the food. "What did you find?"

"Lucky for you, we've got more binary."

"Oh, woop-de-freakin-doo." He came and sat down, handing me my chips.

"Got your phone?"

he was patting his pockets. "Well of course I-"

Trey went silent. Seriously?

"... You left it in your locker, didn't you?"

With a sigh, he hung his head and nodded.

"Doesn't matter, we have internet. Want to go run over to your house and grab you laptop?"

He nodded and left.

A couple minutes later, he came back in holding a, quite dusty, laptop.

"Finally, took you long enough," I said as he handed the computer to me.

"It's been, like, 2 minutes."

"2 minutes of me waiting alone."

He rolled his eyes and sat next to me. "My god, you're hopeless."

I opened up the laptop, and it was on; with a low battery charge.

I got us connected. "Well, we better make this quick."

I took a minute to write out the binary from the phone onto the website. (Considering I couldn't send a text message, I didn't have the ability to copy and paste.) As I finally finished typing it all in, it came up with a strange address. Oh great, more of this wild goose chase.

"Hey Trey, do you know what a .onion site is?"

I apparently awoke him out of deep thought. "Oh, uh... yeah. If we need to visit that address though, this causes a problem."

"Why's that?"

"Look it up and take a look for yourself."

I searched up the .onion domain, and groaned when I saw it. Awesome, the Dark web, A.K.A The wild west of cyberspace: a gigantic black market filled with illegal drugs, slaves, and human organs. Why is it ALWAYS the organs?

I stared at him, and he understood my expression.

"Still, what's the problem?" I asked.

"Try it for yourself." He said as he handed me the laptop. I typed in the address, but for some reason the browser couldn't find the website.