Haunting-Adeline

But I couldn’t be both a hacker and a mercenary, and what I really enjoy
doing is being the one to put the bullet in their heads myself.
So, I created my org, Z, from the ground up, recrui ng a team of hackers
to help the mercenaries with their job—get into the rings, kill them all, and
get the vic ms out safely. I sta oned my mercenaries in high-rate
trafficking areas and assigned them their own team of hackers. Now, Z has
become so big that there are teams in every state, and several outside of
the country as well.
Jay is the only mouth I need in my ear—his skill levels out to the
equivalent of what three hackers could do. And he’s the only one I trust
with my life.
I don’t acknowledge Jay’s sen ment.
I don’t fucking need luck. Just skill and pa ence. And I have both in
spades.
Slinking up to the door, I keep my body close to the wall and my
footsteps undetectable.
When I reach the door, I hear the subtle click of the door unlocking.
Jay’s doing.
Despite the decay of the building, it’s s ll equipped with the latest
technology where needed.
The ring leaders want to keep the appearance of a rundown, abandoned
building to remain under the radar. But completely impenetrable for
squa ers and graffi ar sts.
“It’s clear. Systems are down for ten seconds, get in now.”
Quickly, I turn the handle and slip through in a ma er of seconds,
opening the door just enough to fit my body through. The metal door shuts
behind me soundlessly.
The old building is mostly an open concept. I came through the back
door that leads into a dimly lit hallway. Straight ahead and to the le will
open up to where the machinery used to be when this was a rubber
factory.
That is where the girls are being held.
Muffled screams reach my ears—the sounds of girls crying and in pain.
White-hot rage blinds my vision, but I don’t rush in or lose my shit.
No one can do this job and lose their fucking shit, otherwise, these girls
would never be saved.