𝕔:\𝔽𝕀𝕃𝔼_ℕ𝕆𝕋_𝔽𝕆𝕌ℕ𝔻.𝔼𝕏𝔼 ～ 𝘔𝘳. 𝘙𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘵

12 - 0n3$_&_Z3r0$.odt

Isn't it amazing what one button can lead to?

The ENTER button... it can cause a line break in a word processor or in this case, it's made the biggest and most crucial probable interaction take place. Without it, who know where technology and the world would be right now?

Just with one button.

And it's in action now... nothing we can do to take it-

"Elliot, look!" Darlene alerts me and points at the screen, glitching and flashing with a hue of colours and pixels. All my code... it seemed to be looking like it was vaporizing out of existence.

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...

Letters appear onto the screen, forming words and logical phrases.

"Darlene, run a full tracking report on where this is coming from!" I instruct my sister and she runs to her workstation and starts inputting her tracking program.

Jayden on the other hand scrambles to find a note book and pencil, scribbling down what I assume store the words on the computer screen.

<DID YOU THINK IT WOULD BE THAT EASY?>

<DID YOU THINK YOU'D GET AWAY WITH THIS?>

<I WON'T LET MY EMPIRE BURN DOWN.>

<I BUILT IT FROM THE BOTTOM UP, YOU DON'T THINK I CAN MAKE YOUR SUFFER?!>

<YOU>

<WILL>

<PAY>

<ELLIOT>

00110100 00110000 00101110 00110101 00110101 00110000 00110011 10110000 00100000 01001110 00101100 00100000 00110111 00110011 00101110 00111001 00110011 00110101 00111000 10110000 00100000 01010111 00110100 00110000 00101110 00110101 00110101 00110000 00110011 10110000 00100000 01001110 00101100 00100000 00110111 00110011 00101110 00111001 00110011 00110101 00111000 10110000 00100000 01010111 00110100 00110000 00101110 00110101 00110101 00110000 00110011 10110000 00100000 01001110 00101100 00100000 00110111 00110011 00101110 00111001 00110011 00110101 00111000 10110000 00100000 01010111

The screen is flooded with binary numbers, blinding and hypnotising my mind at the same time.

Jayden rushes to take her phone and clicks a picture, it has to be some sort of code. There's some deeper meaning.

She wheels a chair to her laptop then opens up a conversion program that she had told me she used for a previous hack. It's much more faster and efficient than any regular conversion website online, I've seen it work.

I walk over to Darlene, my mind racing at what I had just witnessed. How did he know my name? Was that binary code a location? Does he want us to find him? Why does he want to meet with me?

Maybe he needs something from me...

We need to get to the bottom of this right-

"Elliot, I got something!" Darlene informs, "The messages came from a server set up in Battery Park... That's three hours from here."