There was one time when Jack did almost get caught. That was when he tried to hack J.C. Penny. He had everything under control until. Until. He came. Him. In his suit and tie. With his magnificent hair. With his girl. His girl. Jack got mad and forgot about the daring hack he did that he had to do right on time. Then the man walked by and caught a glimpse of what he was doing. He told the security. Jack ran. Ran far away. Ran for as long as he could with his money he got from J.C. Penny. When he stopped, he checked how much money he got from the hack. Five big fat dollars. The smallest he's got in his entire hacking career. That night was dreadful to him. He could never forget it. It was a curse to him. A curse. The words never leave him where ever he goes. The reason why his phone is always close to him. That's why whenever he has a problem, he sticks his hand in his pocket and holds his phone. The reason why no one questions him. Why everyone stares. Why he does what he does. Why he is what he is. A thief.
