Kidnapped By Assassins: A Hacker's Story (Book 1 Hackers & Assassins Series)

"I Spy An Asshole, Oh Look There He Is"

A/n hello my lovelies. I hope you are enjoying yourselves on this strange journey. Have a baddie POV in this chapter. Are you proud of me? Xx

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Victor Marsal POV

"you had one fucking job!" I yell.

"Vic, calm down" Octavia states.

"I will not fucking calm down! You all had one job! And that was to get the bitch and bring her to me!" I exclaimed. "-and you" I point to the Cortez brothers. "-you were with them and still couldn't get her." I sigh exasperated.

"she's not stupid, she's versatile and motivated. Even after Myra's attempt to get her parents she channelled it into energy to find us. She cracked the server pass codes in a matter of minutes and found out Miguel's identity, she's not too far off finding the rest. She not only knows her way around code but also writing it. I've looked over her work, almost everything she's done is new in some way or another. She code's everything by hand, which also means that it's all in her head. Up to ten years worth of coding and techniques that many would kill for.-" Terry states. "-Not to mention that Mason is her brother and she's fucking Miles." he adds.

"can't we just fucking kill her?" Eli proposes angrily.

"I second that notion!" Ben agrees as he touches and winces at his stab wound.

"No. I want her. Alive. Her skills are required for us to expand once we take over." I emphasise.

"ugh." I look over to the couch where Jet resides. He was holding an icepack up against the back of his head. "Dad's right. As much as it pains me to say it, we need her, she is the only one who has the ability to write and crack code at the same time, and that was just when she was starting out. Looking over her past works, she's even hacked the FBI and didn't get caught, which was something none of the other Hackers we have at our desposal have gotten any where close to. Even her base codes are of a high quality and are difficult to crack." he says as he rubs his forehead.

"The only way you're going to get her to do what you want is to threaten those she cares about. We haven't found out where they are keeping her parents and it won't do us much good, seeing they are over twelve hours away. The best bet is to go after Miles and the others. Mason has also been very careful with the location of Seth and Belle. And let's not forget. They also have our other workers round up somewhere. Although, Jordan's emotions control her actions. If we play on those we can get her to do what we want." Knox states not looking up from his laptop.

"what's out next move?" Quinton asks.

"we don't know where they are at the moment. So as much as I hate the idea, we need to just go on with our plan."

"So we continue to try and break into The Olympus network?" Jonathan asks from behind Knox.

I nod. "yes, while that is the reason we need Jordan, we will have to keep trying." I say composed.

"now all of you get out." I state angrily as I sat back down in my chair. Everyone's hasty foodsteps left my office. "Dad?" I look over and saw Jet leaning forward on the couch. "mmmm?" I ask not interested. "you and I both know that they aren't going to be able to crack the Olympus Network without her, hell, she's the one that untentionally built it." he says looking at me. "I know. But it's better than sitting on our asses. Even back then she wasn't naive, she picked up fairly quickly what I wanted her to do." I say. "we'll get her. We have to." he says and I nod.

Jordan Maston POV
"What you doing Jords?" I look up from my - Sam's - laptop to see him staring at me. "well, before everything that happened yesterday, I found Miguel Cortez's car yesterday and I only just hacked into the traffic cams, I was trying to follow their car and see if I could find them." I say as I offered him the bucket of skittles, he smiled at me and picked up a handful and poured them into his mouth. "well, Ev us actually really good with grainy footage so he might be able to fix the images and we can identify the remaining ones." he says. I looked over to him. He is still so hurt by Terry's betrayal. "are you okay?" I ask. He refuses to make eye contact with me. "I'm fine." he's statement masked from any emotion. "Sam..." I trail off.  "honestly? I don't know. It hurt, so fucking much, me and Terry have been friends since highschool, and we graduated like three years ago and were still friends, even through all the kidnapping attempts on us and everything and now I have to deal with the fact that maybe all the work we'd done together was wrong, all of the missions we had to help with and how some of them didn't work out, it was his fault, for days I'd isolate myself because I blamed it on myself, that my skills weren't enough...god, some agents even died Jordan. How can I live with myself knowing that I am part of the cause of death." he says as he shoves his face into his hands. I placed the laptop in front of me and slid over next to him. I wrapped my arms around his shoulder and pulled him towards me.

"Sam, it's not your fault, whether it be directly or indirectly, you have no reason to be blamed. In all honesty, I have no idea how the mission or whatever work, but if you were to blame, Mason would blame you. And he doesn't. And as for the being friends for years thing, it's not something you can change, and I wouldn't want you to. Those years of friendship made you who you are today, and I know it hurts, and that you feel useless and stupid for not realising it sooner. But - look, I don't know what was going through Terry's head all that time, or maybe he only just turned, we might not ever know, but those years of friendship fake or not to him made you who you are today. You still have an identity. You are still you. Even though you feel lost and betrayed, in time you - as stupid as it sounds, you won't want to change what happened. I look over all the stupid shit that's happened in my life and as much as I would like to say that I would change everything, there was only one thing that I would want to change. And in all honesty, that would be to  have never met Victor, but that would also mean that I would never take up Hacking, but then, I would never have lived by myself, or gotten kidnapped or seen Mason again or even met Miles. Or you. Any of you. As much as I know you'd want to go over your life and nit-pick every single decision, you'll waste your life wondering what would have happened if you did something differently and then you wouldn't have lived." I say as I rested my head on his. He straightened up and gave me a smile. "thanks Jords." he said with a smile. I returned the smile as my laptop dinged. I slid back over to the laptop and found that I had found the images. "Mace!? Miles!? Guys get in here!!" I yell and not a Minute later everyone crowded their way into the lounge. "what's wrong?" Mace asks. "I found the others. The remaining four. Evan, I need you to see if you can clean up the image." I say as I handed him the computer. "sure." he said. I looked around and saw Derek and Jace sitting on the chairs, Blaze, Marco and Andy were standing in the doorway. Mace was behind Sam and I behind the couch and Miles was on my right, leaning on the arm rest looking at me. "yes?" I ask raising an eyebrow at him. He leaned in close and whispered into my ear "can I sit with you?" I shook my head in amusement before nodding. And before I knew it, his arms were around my waist and he was sitting down in my seat and placed me on his legs. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in closer, he rested his head against my back and I felt his breath hit my skin through the shirt. "got it." I looked back to Evan as he handed the laptop back to me. I place it on my legs. "hmm... I Spy an asshole, oh look there he is." I state as I pointed a figure to Victor's body on the screen. He was out side what seemed to be an old manufacturing company's building, he was also surrounded by Eli, Jonathan, Knox, Octavia, Ben, Quinton, Xander, Jet, Terry and his brother. And four other large stocky guys. "is that-" Miles asks. "-yes, it's Doyle, Winslow, Anton, and Robert." Mason sighs. "who are they?, I know they are the elite or whatever but why are you guys so freaked out...?" I ask. Miles pulled me closer to him and sighed. "these men, Angel, they are part of the elite, but they are also the best torturers in the agency. Anton and Doyle, don't feel pain, they physically can't, which means that they are extremely hard to put down. It also means that our job just got a whole lot harder." he sighs again as he pulled me into his shoulder. "they also tend to use loved ones against their victims." he says as he Kisses my head. "which means that everyone is in danger." Mason says.

A/n sorry for the short chapter... I just needed to build up to the finale which would be somewhat soonish. Anyways, thoughts on the chapter? Jordan consoling Sam? The bad guy POV? Oh! And what's the Olympus Network? Hmm? Duh duh duh! Suppose you have to keep reading to find out! Please let me know what you think.

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