That One Ride

11. Reroute

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Idiot, you didn't save the files on the USB. Idiot!

The air in the underground lair seemed stuffy all of a sudden, his mind working on how to explain to his boss what he was doing if they found the files. The consequences would be dire. He'd die. Heather would die. Izzy would die. This was not good in the slightest. His over confidence about the success of last night's expedition have made him arrogant and foolish. He broke the first rule he made; never let your guard down. Idiot.

Izzy was typing furiously into her keyboard, trying desperately to get back the info she sent. Good thing she has already done this so many times that it was starting to get ridiculous. The last firewall on Hunter's computer came down and she had a free pass to his files.

"I'm in." she commented.

"Good. Delete all of them." He said, his voice cold, a shred of anxiousness beneath.

"All of them? You sure? There are over a hundred files there. Papers, videos, recordings. Hunter, you're deleting everything you've been collecting for years." She asked, pausing her typing to look at him.

He stopped to think about what she was saying. She was right. If he could just think of any place to reroute them...His eyes went wide.

"Can you reroute the files to another computer without the user noticing the income?" he asked, a brilliant idea forming in his brain.

"Yeah, I just literally point them where to go." She said, using a tone that resembled a mother teaching a child how to brush their teeth.

"Okay, do that. All of the files, reroute them to the central computer in the police station." He said, though she didn't understand what he was aiming at.

"The police station? Are you completely out of your mind?" she said, but she was already well underway with transferring the files.

"Think about it. It's the perfect place. That would be the last place they would look. And if you cover your tracks right, they won't even notice that it's there. Just encrypt them and stash them somewhere they won't look. Old cases, sentences, paychecks."

"You are crazy." Izzy told him, fingers tapping furiously. Though, the idea was completely insane, and downright idiotic, he had a point. The police station would be last place they would look. They'd think if the police received information from any of them, they would already be hot on their tail. She realized the genius of his plan, though she still wasn't very fond of the idea.

"Just make copies to be safe." He told her.

"Don't you have a password and a firewall or something on that thing?" she asked, her screen blinking access granted as she hacked into the police mainframe.

"Of course I do. I'm not an idiot, but if had had to guess, I'm betting he sent someone with the goons to hack into it. That, or he gave them a USB with a virus." He replied.

"Yeah, probably, but you had to have put a damn hard security on it that would even represent a challenge to me. And that's not something I say very often." Izzy commented, starting the transfer. Hunter wanted to feel offended, a sarcastic comeback on his tongue, when his phone rang. He looked at the screen, and saw his father's ID. He groaned. And then he panicked. He swiped across the screen, bringing it to his ear.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hunter, are you in the house?" his father's booming voice rang through the speaker. Hello to you too, dad. Hunter bit his tongue to suppress his retort.

"Why?" he asked, but he had a very good suspicion.

"The alarm at the house went off." Stewart said, and he could practically see his father's hand millimeters away from the phone ready to call the cops.