Sixty days.
Sixty days between those walls. My fingers haven't touched anything since then.
It sucks.
And you start to wonder why I should not give a few names to the CIA.
No, I'm not like him.
I hear the echo of footsteps. Strange, my meal has already been delivered.
It were three commandos, armed to the teeth.
I sat blindfolded in their van before I knew it.
I couldn't resist my curiosity, 'You're going to execute me?'
'Only if you start to run.'
Is he serious or is he joking? I shook my head. Military. Braindead. Every single one of them.
I tried to make a conversation, 'So, where are you taking me?'
'Tell him.' said a woman voice.
Is that a woman?
'Have you ever heard of Area 51?' asked the commander.
'Yeah...why? What's happening?'
The woman replied, 'Aliens.'
I couldn't say a word for the next minute.
'Are you okay?' asked the woman.
'I'm fine. I just didn't realize that the army used that much of drugs to optimize the strength of his soldiers.'
'It's not a joke.', the woman said, 'A lifeform has occupied the moon and jammed all our satellites with a virus.'
'You've got programmers enough.'
'But they're not as good as you.'
I grinned, finally some recognition, 'What's in it for me?'
'What about staying alive.', muttered the commander.
The woman clearly ignored him, 'No prison and a brand new ID.'
'I'm missing something.'
'Like what?' she asked.
'No taxes...like forever.'
'Deal.'
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The alien and the virus.
Science FictionShort story A hacker got transported to a secret compound to stop an alien invasion.