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Chapter 3

I guess I need to get used to more fucking jet lag! Because I didn't want to spend 1 year in the clink and then another 3 on parole without computer access, I signed on the dotted line. We also had to give our "colleagues" access to our computers, preferably remotely. I told them to grab what they can now, because this is the only time they will search my personal property for damning evidence. I was also told any evidence they found against me would mean longer I spent in D.C. Well the next decade is going to be me (and Abby hopefully) raising a family in D.C. Bright side, we graduated early, so we'll be about 24 going back to Harvard. I'm sure that 10 years was an arbitrary number thrown out there to estimate how long it was going to take to catch whatever hacking group they said we were going for. We were also told they found our three other co-conspirators on the www.infastructure.net scandal (clever, but annoying name for the deed (or remote bug that's still accessible to this day)) which I may not have been completely upfront with you about. There were 7 conspirators to the hack. 2 joined Utopía has youth recruits for lethal missions (I heard one of them has 3 different guns on him at all times, but he takes them off for me and Abby. We have been called as witnesses for his misguided misdeeds. While we said we saw someone do it, we never pointed the finger at him.) Then there was me and Abby who still have access that will be relinquished only by court order. I've lost count the number of missiles that had their trajectories reversed from the U.S by us. The other 3 were trustworthy members in a hacking forum. We never worried about them because the samples of code they got were so insignificant as to be garbage after our project was completed. They went off the grid.
"What 3 do you think we'll be meeting?"
As if Abby even needed to ask me that. By joining Utopía as youth recruits, they secured their side of any cell in solitary of their choosing.
"Abby, what the actual hell do you think?"
We arrived at Hoover at precisely 14 after 7 according to my phone. On the way there they briefed us about Utopía so I spent the whole ride fiddling around with my phone (in reality I was hacking Utopía's main infrastructure. They were recently hired by Russia to secure nuclear missile documents from the United States. I showed the active agents... after we were in Hoover. One I just didn't trust and the other an itchy trigger finger. My only confidante was Abby, who immediately after we got our level 5 security passes demanded to speak to the FBI director James "Corny" Comey. "According to the documents" (remember we have access to all files in the FBI database) "you brought us in because you were basically, let's just say in a less formal manner James, fuck out of options. We just delivered you your dinner on a fucking silver platter there mate!"
"Now Agent Hampton and Agent Clark, I do appreciate a much more formal tone. However, unless you could process a warrant for the hack... Wait, don't tell me you had Agent Clark hack into the judicial branch to issue us a warrant without due process."
"Since you're such a tightrope Director Comey, no we didn't, and due process was established. The most we did was slightly alter the warrant so it was effective immediately as we got on the transport and received our badges. Now that that's out of the way, you should be focusing on Russia."
"Agent Clark, please leave the room. Me and Agent Hampton have some business to attend to."
It's a good thing me and Abby modified her phone to pick up all calls from me without user intervention. Christ, Comey is such a fucking stickup. We turned our personal phones into work phones and vice versa. Great. Now I was stuck with my nice Note 5 for work only, and an iPhone for the rest. I'm changing the SIM cards again after this debate. Abby (I'm sorry, Agent Hampton) was insisting we followed due process (we did. As soon as we got our work iPhones we had the AG issue a warrant validating our search.) However us hacking into the warrant file to authorize it for during transport, we did that at Hoover.
"Comey, I'm just going to cut to fucking chase here all right?"
"Watch your language Agent"
"See if I actually give one. I turn in my badge, wipe my record clean, and me and Agent Clark, since you're such a stickler for formalities, are back at Harvard, no questions asked. Back to the topic. Get the attorney general on the line, he'll validate everything."
"That won't be necessary. However, I would rather you and Clark assist the D.C police today as a consequence of your actions. In both of your lockers you will find a Glock 11 semi automatic pistol. You will return to regular duties tomorrow. Am I understood?"
"See I don't think you get what you're pushing here Director, and I'm sure Noah doesn't either. Isn't that right?"
"I will see you here tomorrow, grab your service equipment. You are suspended for the rest of the day without pay."
"You can't do that without the authorization of our parents. Now Director, it's your turn... show me it."
"Precisely what I thought. We will be in our cubicles cracking Utopía's network if you need us... James."
Abby just put the fucking idiotic director in his place! Now I get my pay, they get Utopía and all is well with the world.
"Remember when I told you that the States wouldn't be stupid enough to carry out a state sponsored hack? Look at this..."
What we were seeing on our iPhones (we switched them back thank god) was that Russia hired Utopía to create a scrambler for a nuclear missile aimed for direct impact into the Pentagon, with a blast radius the size of D.C.
"All we know is that they have one week."
"We need Comey to evacuate all of D.C. Knowing Utopía and what they're capable of, my best guess would be impact at 1:00AM."