Juanita gently placed the tiny equivalent of a thumb drive on the server panel and walked into the adjacent bathroom of the bank tower. She opened her tablet and linked it to the server. She and her partner had planned this for a year and today was the day. All systems displayed “go” on her device. She waited patiently for her partner downstairs to activate his software program that he had designed specifically for hacking and withdrawing money from the bank accounts. One cent per dollar would be extracted and put into an offshore account in Caymans. The beauty of this program was that it was undetectable to any firewall and would appear to be depositing interest while simultaneously removing the money. The software was not a virus, but behaved like one for it would attack every bank in the United States. When calculated, this would be about a ten billion dollar heist. She licked her lips as she saw the dollars begin to transfer. If her partner was right, the bank would not know until closing of the robbery. She watched her timer and disconnected her device timely, collected her drive from the server, and smiled as she left.
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Angi Minor
Hello, World! Greetings from the Angi den. I have always been told by my professors that I am an excellent writer. This is my first attempt at fiction. I am singer/songwriter as well. Angi Minor@soundcloud is my music site.
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