Note: I cannot believe I forgot to post this chapter on Monday and I cannot believe that none of you told me
NEVERTHELESS
here it is.
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ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ғɪᴠᴇ: ᴡᴀᴛᴄʜʏᴏᴜʀᴍᴏᴜᴛʜ
❝ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ʙᴀᴅ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪs. ❞
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Corporation HQ, Eastern United States Branch.
"Find him and find him NOW!"
The rage-fuelled yells of Curtiss Jackson resounded throughout the entire facility, although none was more affected by it than the mousy tech analyst at whom the yells were directed.
"I'm trying, sir!" the youngster defended himself, gesturing to the multiple applications running onscreen in an attempt to back up his claim, "I really am! But it's as if I'm locked out of all of our tracking systems."
"How is it possible that we're blocked from our own systems?" Jackson sneered impatiently, beyond ticked off at the entire situation.
"Some-someone must have infiltrated it and blocked us from the inside," the analyst shrugged sheepishly as he continued working on securing access to the tracking system network.
"Someone a lot smarter than you, clearly," Jackson scoffed and gave a look of disgust at the incompetent analyst, "This is the second Corporation agent we've lost track of in less than a week – things aren't looking too well for you."
Mills gulped audibly, genuinely scared for his life. Stivak took the opportunity to offer his opinion.
"Curtiss, if this really is the cause of a hack, then it's more than likely that we're dealing with a hostile threat, here. And I'm almost positive that that Scott Brady guy is somehow at the centre of it all."
