TERRA: Age Of Terror

~2~

.SIMON.

~Pario~

The door slides open and I walk into the small building. Dropping the bag in my hand on the high stool in front of my award wall, I check my watch for updates.

"Hmm, none... that's weird." I frown and sit down in front of my laptop.

"Uggh, the glare from your award collection is annoying!" Turner says looking at the myriad of plaques and certificates. "Does the curtain have to be all the way up?"

"You're late"

"By one minute Sim, cheer up" He says smiling. "So what's up?"

"I believe we have an issue." I say lowly, my anger growing. How was anyone able to do this?

Turner's smile dies as he comes up behind me. "What? That's impossible." He says staring at my screen. "Well, it obviously isn't if we're staring at it."

"This person has serious skills, when did they start?"

"About 5 hours ago. I just need to get past their firewall and find the address."

"Dude... I never thought I'd see the day someone got past all that! You legit have the best firewall in all of Terra, and this person still hacked it!" He says, his smile returning. He was enjoying this entirely too much.

Rolling my eyes I focus on my screen.

"I have it!" I say standing up "Let's go."

"Wait, aren't you going to re-secure everything?"

I look at him incredulously. "What do you mean? I already have." I say and walk out. That hacker infiltrated the wrong base.

"Of course" Turner says under his breath and rushes after me.

.....

We stop in front of a business building and I can see the tiny green light on my watch screen blinking.

As we walk in, we see people in suits rushing in and out of rooms, some stopping to look at us. The look on their faces screaming; we do not belong here!

"Are you sure we have the right place?" Turner whispers to me. "They could be camouflaging their IP add-"

"I'm sure."

I walk up to the receptionist and she looks at me forcing a smile. "May I help you sir?"

"Yes, I have an appointed with Mr. Guerra."

"Oh... Your name sir?"

"John Ambridge."

"You are John Ambridge?" She asks skeptically. "No of course not, I'm John Ambridge junior, his son."

"Oh, of course, you can go in sir, 7th floor; his secretary will show you to his door."

"Thank you," I say smiling.

As the elevator door closes, Turner looks at me and shakes his head. "I don't even want to know"

The elevator door stops at the 5th floor and Turner looks at me, his face asking the question he won't voice.

We come out of the elevator and ignore the stares from around us. I stop in front of the janitor's closet in a secluded area and shake my head.

I open the door and big brown eyes stare at me with horror through rectangular lenses rimmed with a plastic frame resting on a small nose.

"Uh oh." She says her small hands gripping her laptop tighter. "Whoa... You're the one that almost got to Simon's precious files?" Turner says coming in front of me to peer at the female sitting on the closet floor.