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Date Posted: Wednesday, May 17, 05:27:24pm
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's message, "Anti-Virus" on Wednesday, May 17, 05:25:56pm
ANTI-VIRUS
Chapter 1
Michael stood by the bar as he watched the attractive, well-endowed woman sidle up to the man sitting at a table across the room. She bent down to talk to him. The man’s eyes bulged as her cleavage nearly spilled out of her low cut blouse. The man hastily nodded and indicated that she should join him.
The busty brunette gifted him with a radiant smile and settled herself at the table, scooting her chair closer to the man so they could converse over the general noise of the bar.
Michael took a sip of his beer as he watched the pair. The woman was laughing at something her companion had said. After another half hour, Michael settled his tab and walked out the door. A black SUV was waiting outside, and he climbed inside.
“Everything go ok?” the driver asked.
“Are you worried?” Michael answered, indicating for them to pull away from the curb.
“Nah,” Walter replied glancing over his shoulder as he pulled into the near lane. “That Josephine, she’s a stunner. Reed’ll have no chance against her,” he commented.
Michael glanced at his watch. “Circle the block.”
Walter nodded and turned right at the corner.
“Is everything ready?” Michael asked.
“Yep. Birkoff’s all set once we get the passkey from Josephine. He says it shouldn’t take him more than 15 minutes or so to hack in once he gains access. Josephine’ll be able to keep Reed busy for a lot longer than 15 minutes. She’s a pro,” Walter reported.
They both glanced at the bar as the SUV passed by again. The brunette and the man were just coming out arm and arm.
“Go to the apartment,” Michael instructed.
***
On the pavement in front of the bar, Josephine was rubbing up against her new companion. “Do you want to follow me to my apartment, John?” she purred in his ear.
“Oh, uh. Yeah, I guess. That would be best, I suppose,” the man stammered. His pants were already uncomfortably tight, and he had a good view down Jenny’s blouse since he was so much taller than she.
“Great!” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck and mashing her large breasts against his chest. “Walk me to my car?”
“Of course,” he answered, his hand drifting from the small of her back down to cup her firm, round bottom. “Lead the way, my lady.”
“Jenny,” aka Josephine, giggled and grabbed his hand, towing him toward her car. Once they reached her BMW, she turned around and leaned up against the driver’s door. Her arms went around him again.
John’s aching erection pressed into her soft flesh as he leaned down to kiss her. The kissing and groping continued for a few long moments, until “Jenny” pulled back.
“Not here,” she said, gasping for breath. “I don’t live far. Let’s hurry,” she told him.
John held the door open for her and sighed as she dropped into her seat, her magnificent cleavage on display.
After he closed the door behind her, he hurried to his car.
***
Michael waited in the room, looking over Birkoff’s shoulder.
The younger man pointed at the screen. “She’s right there, Michael. She’ll be here any minute,” he said.
“Good,” Michael replied.
A few minutes later they heard the apartment door open across the hall and voices. Their eyes swiveled to the closed circuit TV monitors they had set up against the wall. They watched as the man and woman entered the apartment. The minute the door was shut, the couple began a frenzied effort of removing clothing, kissing, and slowly moving across the large living room toward the bedroom across the apartment.
Michael watched as Reed’s jacket and pants ended up scattered across the floor, outside the bedroom. The bedroom door slammed.
Michael spoke into the wireless headset he was wearing. “Go ahead Walter.”
He watched on the monitor as the apartment door was opened, and Walter strode in, unconcerned with the extracurricular activities going on in the next room. He walked over to the man’s pants and extracted his wallet, sifted through it, and then held up a small plastic card in triumph.
He replaced the wallet and walked out the door.
“Here you go amigo,” he said, tossing the card to Birkoff as he walked into the other apartment that served as their “base of operations.”
Birkoff’s fingers began to fly over the keys as he hacked into Globetronics Corporate Network. Pausing once to swipe the access card through a reader, he raised his head, eyes gleaming.
“There you go, Michael,” he said, turning his laptop to better display the screen.
“Good work. Print it all,” Michael said, handing the card back to Walter.
***
The following day, Michael made his way into the lobby of Globetronics International. He stopped at the reception desk and told the secretary his name.
“Yes Mr. Samuelle, Mr. Jordan is expecting you,” she said smiling beatifically at him.
“Thank you,” Michael said, picking up his briefcase and heading for the elevators.
He was met upstairs by Mr. Jordan, a tall, imposing man with a mane of dark hair that was just going silver at the temples.
“Come in, come in. I didn’t expect you so soon,” Jordan boomed, ushering Michael to a corner office with a city view.
Michael set the briefcase down on Jordan’s desk, then took a seat in one of the chairs that faced the other man. He admired the view while Jordan opened the briefcase.
Michael’s attention was brought back to Jordan when the other man gasped.
“You can see that we were able to access the highest levels,” Michael mentioned casually.
“How…what…” Jordan stammered. “They told me this was impossible.”
“Your staff enjoy their jobs, Mr. Jordan. They are not going to tell you that there are severe security ‘loopholes.’ This job wasn’t even difficult,” he explained.
Jordan dropped the sheets of paper back into the briefcase and snapped it shut. “What do we do now?” he asked, sitting heavily in his chair.
Michael pulled a disk from the inside of his suit pocket. “Our proposal and security enhancements are there. Once we receive payment, the access codes will be emailed to you.”
“Can you tell me how you gained access?” Mr. Jordan asked, still stunned that his company had been so thoroughly “raped” of its data.
“I will tell you that one of your weaknesses is your access card system. That was the easiest part,” Michael told him.
“Who?” Jordan asked, beginning to get angry.
“It doesn’t matter who it was,” Michael replied. “We would have gotten the card from any of them. It’s a matter of finding a weakness.”
He handed Jordan a card. “That is our account information. Discuss this with your board and then wire the money,” Michael told him. “It’s been a pleasure hacking you, Mr. Jordan,” Michael said with a rare smile.
The CEO shook Michael’s hand. “This is the only copy?” Jordan asked, patting the briefcase.
Michael nodded. “Per the confidentiality agreement, all hard drives have been wiped clean, all security passes have been returned to their rightful owners. I doubt the man even knew it was gone.”
Jordan nodded and picked up the phone. Michael knew that a large fee would soon be hitting their bank.
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