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Chapter 2 – Never knowing
The red-haired
youth yawned into his hand before leaning back in his chair and taking a
sip of his coffee. He winced – it was getting cold, but he wanted to
conserve it. The caffeine would give him the sorely needed energy to keep
him from falling flat on his face from tiredness. Oh, how he despised
night shifts. Sure, his employers paid double for during the late hours,
but there was this little thing called ‘sleep’ that tended to mean
quite a bit to teenagers such as himself.
Oh well. He needed the money – the sooner he earned enough
to pay rent for a while, the sooner he could get out of his parents house.
He had no qualms with his family or anything, but the fact that he had to
share with a temperamental older sister and a slightly hyperactive younger
brother meant that he’d much rather live on his own for a while.
He took another sip of the cold caffeine. He accidentally
spilt a few drops on his uniform, right beside the name emblazoned in his
breast pocket – Garet Jerra. The spiky-haired teen brushed off the few
loose drops and returned to his magazine, occasionally glancing up at the
camera screens.
Garet had been inquiring about jobs in various places for a
number of weeks. After being interviewed for a couple, he was eventually
employed as a security guard for a well-known computer company. The only
sacrifice about this job was the limited sleeping hours he received, but
at least the pay was decent. He’d decided that he’d just have to live
with it. Of course, it would have helped if his little brother Aaron
actually allowed him to sleep on during the mornings. As is the bane of
all teenagers with younger siblings, however, it was not so.
He sighed. Oh well – if all went well, he’d be on his own
soon enough.
After reading an article in his magazine for a few more
minutes, he glanced up at the camera screens.
One screen was off.
It took a moment for this to register, but then he stood up
and leaned closer to the monitor. There wasn’t even any static – the
camera had just shut down. Garet merely shrugged and sat down again. That
wasn’t his problem – that was a job for the electricians. It wasn’t
exactly a vital camera, anyway – it watched a hallway leading to his
guard post. There weren’t any doors along it for a good way, though, and
there were two other cameras watching it. A waste of material in Garet’s
opinion, but it saved him concern in this situation.
Concern was something that definitely would have suited him
at that moment.
An extremely faint shuffling noise passed through the room
for a split second before disappearing again. Garet glanced up from his
magazine as the sound registered, and he looked around. There was no
movement anywhere in his post, or in the hallway outside. He shifted his
gaze up to the camera screens once again.
Now there were three that had blacked out.
Garet blinked at the dead screens, and then slowly stood up,
putting his magazine and coffee mug on the desk. The entire hallway was
blind now – if someone was approaching, he wouldn’t know until they
were already reaching his post. Already he could feel his heart rate
quicken slightly, and he forced himself to calm down. He tried to tell
himself that it was nothing – they probably ran off the same series
circuit or something.
He failed miserably and placed his hand on the baton at his
belt. Slowly, Garet approached the door into his office and looked out.
Almost immediately something smacked into his nose and
clamped tight. Garet tried to resist, but almost immediately his strength
was sapped from his muscles and he slid to the floor.
‘Chloroform,’ was his last thought before his head hit
the floor and he was lost to the world of the waking.
- - - - -
Ivan watched the much taller guard fall to the ground before
stashing the chloroform-soaked rag in his small rucksack and picking up
his laptop again. He had to admit that he had been lucky with this guard.
Others might have been cautious at even one dead camera, and Ivan could
have been caught a little less unprepared. That would have meant his
presence would be harder to hide... in the end, though, what he was doing
was a piece of cake.
He quickly placed his laptop on the desk inside the small
office and rapidly typed in a string of commands into the open program.
Almost immediately, the camera screens returned to normal. Ivan smiled to
himself – it really was simple.
Now, to deal with the guard. Ivan moved up to the taller man,
who looked to be still in his teens, and grabbed him by the armpits. He
dragged the man along the floor, being careful not to bump anything or
make even the slightest sign that something had been altered in any way.
With some effort, the young Elementalist lifted the security guard into
his chair and arranged his limbs to look comfortable.
Slowly and carefully, Ivan reached into his rucksack and
produced a small drinking flask. He unscrewed the cap and lifted the flask
to the guard’s lips, pouring a small stream of cheap whisky down his
throat. He splashed some extra around the lips intentionally, and then
screwed the cap back on loosely. Finally, he placed the item into the
guard’s hands and forced the fingers to grip it tightly.
When Ivan was finished with the task, he stepped back to
admire his handiwork. Perfect. The chloroform effect would run out just
before dawn, so he had plenty of time to get to work. As long as he played
the cards right, this software company would have no idea that they had
been hacked and robbed in such a way.
Ivan was personally against the idea of stealing from these
people. They hadn’t really done anything to deserve it, and the young
hacker could hardly help but feel some guilt towards the deed.
Nonetheless, it was a necessity for the Elementalist operations to proceed
ahead successfully. Above all else, he was dedicated to the society – he
had been part of it since it’s founding, and was well-respected by all
their members for his impressive hacking abilities. He would do anything
to earn the respect that they already showed him.
Realizing that he was wasting valuable time standing around
here, Ivan quickly picked up his laptop and left the guard room, hurrying
towards the data-keeping system computers. There was no need for such
haste, he knew, but experience had taught him to be ready for anything.
Speed was better than delay.
In mere moments he was in the data-room. With a flick of a
switch the computer systems inside hummed to life and the monitors lit up
brightly. Ivan quickly opened up his laptop and typed several commands
into it, connecting to the computer network and bypassing the security
systems almost without input.
Finally, he was in. He quickly wiped his system of tracers,
enabled the counter-tracers to stop any more from grabbing hold of him,
and shut down the registry files in the system. Now, he was not being
picked up, and his activities not being recorded. Nonetheless, he made
sure that everything was running smoothly before beginning his sweeps.
The minutes ticked by, and all the while Ivan continued to
stare at the screen, barely even blinking. Anytime an anomaly flashed on
the screen, the young man’s nimble fingers tapped away and quickly
returned the problem to complete normality. File after file was copied
onto his laptop, storing the information away for use by the Elementalists.
The data was not exactly essential – in essence, it was a
highly detailed list that covered everything relating to the acquisition
of computer hardware and software by and from the company. With several
commands, Ivan could find out how many types of computers had been sent to
Prox, and they could also find the original suppliers of the hardware for
their own use.
Once again, the blond-haired boy thought about how this was
really stealing. He tried to convince himself that it was not exactly
theft – the people involved weren’t losing anything. Not yet, anyway.
But Ivan couldn’t shake this feeling... instead he just pushed it from
his mind. He’d be able to deal with it later.
He scanned the file names to make sure he had everything he
needed, then locked down his activities and immediately went about the
simple task of clearing his tracks and restoring everything to how it had
been before. It was completed in seconds, and Ivan quickly powered down
everything and walked briskly out of the room.
They had what they needed. Fairly soon the Elementalists
could begin more detailed work and finally breach the Proxian covers. He
smiled slightly at the thought of an oncoming victory. They’d pay for
their actions. They had dared to use people in their experimentations –
something that no-one truly deserved for any reason. He vowed the fight
against their actions until the very last breath left his body.
They’d pay.
- - - - -
He stared down at his deactivated energy blade, flipping it
between his hands and testing the weight, feeling how it balanced well in
his hands. It was imperative that he did this – the energy diverter at
the base of the hilt made the weapon slightly heavier, and even the
slightest difference was enough to make him misjudge a vital strike and
leave him defenseless. Nonetheless, the added weight was necessary – it
redirected the power source of the weapon and discarded a large amount of
energy, leaving the blade weaker. It meant that he could do little more
than leave a large and painful welt on the skin of a victim.
But in a friendly spar, that was all he needed.
Moving his attention from the blade temporarily, he carried
his gaze over the surrounding area, taking in the patches of thin ice and
snow that had fallen in the previous day. This far north, in the very
heart of the Prox region, it was almost always cold. The summer season
simply meant that it didn’t snow every day, and that was currently what
they were passing through. Nonetheless, the lighter patches of ground
could prove to be a hindrance, but they could also be an advantage in
their own way.
He returned the weapon to his right hand and thumbed the
trigger, creating a beam of blue electrical energy that stretched out to
three feet. He looked up to see his opponent – a pale-skinned Proxian
with blue hair that extended over his forehead. The man was a well-known
fighter amongst his people – one of the greatest still-living energy
blade masters in the North. The man facing him flicked his long brown
ponytail behind his shoulders and placed his blade along his leg, standing
in a waiting position. He smiled, waiting for his opponent to ready
himself.
The man raised his own energy blade and thumbed the trigger,
creating a similar beam to the other mans. However, this beam was coloured
dark red, and extended for nearly an extra foot. He flourished the blade
near his head in a friendly salute, and smiled back at his training
partner and friend.
“Good luck Felix,” he said slyly. “You’re going to
need it.”
“Not this time Saturos,” Felix answered. “You’ve been
training me for years now – I think I’m about due to give you a
beating.”
Saturos merely shrugged and held his blade up in readiness,
waiting for Felix to make the first strike. The brown-haired man complied,
raising his energy blade and advancing at a rapid pace. When he stepped
within a short radius of the Proxian, he flung his blade upwards quickly
to gauge his opponent’s reaction.
With remarkable agility, Saturos sidestepped the blade and
swiped low with the tip of his blade, barely missing Felix’s stomach. He
could see that Saturos had held back on the strike – had he been
serious, Felix would have already been brought to the ground. He shook his
head inwardly, cursing his own mistake – his attack had been careless.
He had much to learn, and quickly catalogued the note for future
reference.
He backpedaled a short distance and raised his sword to a
ready position again, watching Saturos step forward and bring his sword
across in a lashing gesture. Felix brought his sword up to catch the
offending weapon and used the same movement to swing around and get
through his opponent’s defense, striking at his exposed flanks.
Saturos was already there to catch him however, and the
younger man’s blade bounced off the other weapon. The Proxian was
extremely fast, and without waiting for Felix to ready himself he lunged
forward with the tip of his blade again.
Felix slid to the side, using the patches of snow underfoot
to aid his movement. Unfortunately, he didn’t expect to be unbalanced
like he was, and for a moment he lost control of his movements. Saturos
seized the opportunity and delivered a large overhead stroke, descending
past the brown-haired man’s blade and striking the left shoulder.
Felix cried out from the sudden impact, rapidly retreating.
Saturos was using an energy diverter as well, but the blade still cut
through his tunic and stung his skin. He suspected there’d be another
mark there to match the others he’d received from the countless sparring
matches he’d had with his friend and mentor.
Saturos didn’t stop his offensive there – he quickly
closed the distance and thrust his blade forward again. Felix moved his
own blade into position to arc it away, and the weakened weapon missed its
mark. The younger man pressed forward and swung his sword at Saturos’
side, slicing through the light armour and striking flesh.
The blue-haired man barely seemed to notice the attack, but
instead flicked his sword upward from where it rested. The weapon arched
upwards and buried itself lightly in the soft flesh around Felix’s
armpit. Once again, the brown-haired man yelled out in pain.
“You have big words Felix,” Saturos said, “but you
don’t have the skills to match them.” He withdrew the blade from
beneath Felix’s arm and deactivated it, clipping it to his belt. “Had
that been a real battle, I would have taken your arm off and most likely
would have severed an artery. The odds are that you wouldn’t have
survived.”
“Yeah, I know,” Felix answered quietly. He sighed. Losing
to Saturos made him feel like he was a little kid again, despite his age
being nearly twenty. Ever since Felix had been found on the shores of Prox
five years ago, Saturos had seen the potential for excellent swordsmanship
inside him. Thus, he had been training under the slightly older Proxian
for all that time, waiting for the day when he’d be able to succeed in
beating him - one of the country’s best fighters.
Saturos patted his shoulder. “Cheer up, it wasn’t
anything special. And you did alright today, too – you managed to get me
for once.” As if for the first time, Saturos glanced down at the shallow
wound in his side. He pressed his fingers against the cut to help clot the
blood before returning his gaze to Felix.
“You’re improving. Five years ago you were barely able to
switch one of these swords on, let alone fight me.”
Felix nodded slightly and shrugged. “I’ve been practicing
outside of our little sparring sessions, too.”
“That’s good!” Saturos grinned. “If you want to get
better, you have to practice in as many ways as you can.”
Despite his trainer’s enthusiasm, Felix refused to lighten
his mood. Instead he looked up at the darkening sky and inspected the dark
clouds critically.
“I think it’s going to snow soon,” he said after a few
moments.
“That wouldn’t surprise me,” Saturos commented, turning
his own eye towards the sky. “We’d best head indoors. Come on.”
Felix nodded and followed his mentor as they headed through
the city of Prox, clipping their deactivated blades to their belts as they
walked. Only a few minutes into the walk, snowflakes began to fall from
the sky and cling to their clothing. It looked gentle now, but they would
have to hurry – the weather could become vicious very quickly in Prox.
“Saturos,” Felix said in a quiet voice, “is what
Menardi said true? That you’ve been meeting up with that Lemurian
defector named Alex?”
Saturos slowed for a moment, and then continued with a nod.
“I told Menardi to keep that quiet... oh well. Yes, I have been speaking
to him.”
“What for?”
“...I can’t say entirely, you have to understand.”
Saturos’ expression was bland, and he shrugged apologetically. “The
details are to be kept secret. There is a reason Alex left the Lemurians,
and that’s mainly because he’s going to aid us. He’s been working on
a project with our own scientists.”
“What does that have to do with you?” Felix asked, a
little too eagerly.
“He needs fighters,” Saturos answered. “That’s all
I’m going to say.”
“I see...” Felix muttered. “So... you and Menardi are
going to aid him?”
“That’s correct.” Saturos pursed his lips, and then
glanced directly at Felix. “But I can’t say anymore. Not unless you
get involved as well, which I find highly doubtful at your current level.
No offence to you Felix, but the Lemurian wants people with a little more
experience under their bolt.”
Suddenly Saturos straightened. “I’ve probably said too
much already... don’t mention this to anyone else, okay?”
Felix nodded and they continued through the city. Suddenly he
was curious about the project... what was Saturos involved in? What was
did Alex’s little project consist of? What would a research project
require fighters?
He pondered on this for a moment, but could only think of one
possibility. It had to be some kind of weapon... Felix shook his head
slightly. It wasn’t up to him to question what was happening. He’d
just have to wait and see.
The streets of Prox began to fill with snow... as was
Felix’s mind. His curiosity refused to leave him alone...
Once again, Piers watched
from his bed as the guards dragged Sheba out of their cell. He desperately
wanted to help her, but knew that it would do him no good – if he tried
to resist, then the guards beat him and Sheba until they were barely able
to move. Then they’d drag her away regardless.
He looked sorrowfully as the young girl from Lalivero was
hauled from her sitting position on the floor and forcefully brought out
of the cell. For a moment her eyes locked onto Piers’ face, and in that
instant Piers felt compelled to stand up and attack them. But a slight
shake from the blonde girls’ head made him lose the urge, and the
feeling was placed by helplessness.
He didn’t know how long he’d been in that cell with
Sheba. There were no windows in the entire hallway, so he could never see
the sky. No clocks were in open view, so he wasn’t able to find the time
that way. He estimated that he’d been her for a week or so, but there
was no real way to determine that for sure.
Piers had passed the time talking to Sheba, trying to find
out what he could about ‘Project Psynergy’ as she had called it. The
guards were taking her to be ‘tested’ once again. She had described it
as an unusual process... she was put through several physical and mental
examinations. Occasionally she was given a complete health check. She had
no idea what it was for, but she was worried they were going to use her in
the Project.
Piers didn’t know what to think. When he had been requested
by King Hydros to join Alex’s expedition, it had been his duty to
discover additional evidence to support the claims that he was intended to
defect to Prox. It had also been his duty to stop any Tundarian plans and
information from getting into the hands of Alex, but he had failed in that
regard. The traitor had caught him and confirmed that he was working for
them, but Piers had never been able to return to Lemuria and report.
An indeterminate period of time had passed between that
moment and when he had first been dragged into Sheba’s cell. Now he had
been here for about a week, learning what he could from his fellow
prisoner.
Sheba had mentioned that one of her captors was a Lemurian,
and she believed his name was Alex. She couldn’t be sure, but Piers was
fairly certain that the only other Lemurian in Prox at that point would
have to be Alex. And he was involved in this Project... the question was,
why had he wanted to be in Tundaria? He had overheard Alex mentioning that
he saw little point in the expedition, but he knew it was a farce – it
had been the man’s intention to travel south in the first place.
He contemplated this for a moment, and sighed. There was very
little he could do while in this cell. They weren’t letting him out of
the room at all, so he was rapidly growing bored. He needed to get out of
here and find out what Alex was doing... but how could he? Proxians were
well known as excellent fighters – that’s how they had been able to
subdue so much of the world during the Proxian War. He imagined that the
guards would have to be reasonably well trained.
For several minutes more he thought about what he could do.
Then he heard approaching footsteps. He sat up on the edge of his bed and
looked out through the bars. A moment later two guards escorted a tired
looking Sheba into the cell and locked the door behind her.
“Are you okay?” Piers asked, almost routinely. Sheba had
been taken every second day, and there was never anything wrong with her
– he was just concerned.
“It’s okay, I’m fine...” Sheba sighed and slumped
down on her own bed. “I’m just exhausted... there’s only so long
they can force me to run. I think they were trying to figure out the
limits of my strength... that’s certainly what it seemed like.”
Piers nodded. “I see.”
“And I also saw that other Lemurian again...” she added,
almost as an afterthought.
“You did?!” Piers said in a slightly louder voice,
glancing over at her. “What was he doing? What did he say?”
Sheba didn’t say a thing. Instead, she just looked sad.
“...Sheba? Are you alright?”
Without warning, she started sobbing. She buried her face
into her pillow and moaned, her eyes filling with tears.
“Piers... I’m terrified...” she cried. “Alex was
there for the whole thing... watching. When they finally stopped the
testing, I...I heard him say that I was ‘almost ready’... that it
could begin shortly...”
Piers moved over to her and rested his hand gently on her
shoulder, trying to comfort her.
“They’re going to use me in this Psynergy stuff, I know
it...” Sheba continued to cry. “I’m so scared... what are they going
to do to me?”
“I don’t know...” Piers muttered. “But... I’m not
going to let you find out.”
Sheba didn’t hear his response, but instead continued
sobbing into her pillow. Piers remained by her side, trying to be as
comforting a presence as possible. He knew he couldn’t do much, but that
was the best he had available.
“I’m not going to let you find out,” he repeated
minutes later, when Sheba was finally calming down.
“...wha-what do you mean...” she muttered.
“Whatever this Project Psynergy thing is, I’m not going
to let you get involved,” he declared. “I don’t know what Prox is
doing, and despite my mission to find out, my first priority is to get
myself to safety. And when I came here, I said that if I escaped, I’d
help you go with me. I’m going to escape. We’re going to get out of
here before they can do anything further to you.”
Sheba pulled her head from the pillow and looked at him with
red, tear-streaked eyes. “Are you serious?”
“I’m deadly serious.” Piers’ golden eyes seemed
almost afire with sudden determination.
“But how are we going to get out?” she said softly,
suddenly worried that someone would hear.
“...I’m not sure. I think there’s one shot... only one.
And it’ll be hard... but it may be the only chance we have.”
Sheba nodded. “It’s better than staying here and not
trying... we have to do whatever we can. Tell me.”
Piers nodded and started explaining.
- - - - -
Jenna idly flicked through page after page of information,
slightly bored with it all. None of her sources and contacts had anything
interesting in the way of news, so she was beginning to tire of this.
Briefly, her eyes passed to the timer in the corner of her computer screen
– it was well after midnight, local Alhafran time.
She stifled a yawn and brushed the loose strands of hair from
her face, flicking her ponytail back behind her shoulder. The tiny,
succulent strands of information that Ivan had given them at the assembly
were enough to tantalize her, and now she was searching almost exclusively
for resources on this Proxian research.
However, as the daylight hours had turned into the night
hours, she had come up completely dry, and her interest was starting to
waver. Jenna was patient when she needed to be, but even the most patient
person grew tired of a fruitless search when so many hours had been poured
into it.
She sighed once again as she closed another page. She
prepared to kill her connection and retire for the night, but then
something caught her eye... in the corner of the screen was a flashing
icon in the shape of an envelope. A new message.
Jenna moved her pointer to it and double clicked. Immediately
the browser came up and asked for her details. Automatically her gloved
fingers tapped their appropriate keys, leaving lines of text on the
screen. When she was finished, the screen blinked for a moment before the
message flashed on-screen.
To: Jenna
From: Tony
Subject: A hit
Message: A possible link for you – very vague, but there may be
something deeper. It was under a deep layer of encryption and high-level
passwords – this took me hours to crack. You owe me big time for this
one.
Appended to the message was a link, under a decryption seal
– a useful little thing that several highly skilled hackers had
developed in order to transfer patches between one another that allowed
access to sites using that encryption setting. Usually the high-level
security sites such as this one would alter their encryption settings as
soon as they discovered the intrusion, so the seal wouldn’t be effective
for long. She’d have to be as quick as she could to extract the
information.
Jenna tapped in a few commands, bringing up her security
systems and enabling them all to repel anyone who might be watching her.
She pressed another command, clearing all the tracers from her system,
before moving her pointer to the link.
A moment passed, and she hesitated. Clicking this could very
well net her in trouble. Jenna knew it was for a worthy cause, but
still... hackers like her didn’t survive if they got themselves too
deeply involved in something of this magnitude. Proceeding ahead and
attempting to uncover any shards of information from this would get her
involved with the Elementalists in a way that meant she couldn’t escape.
This would seal her well and truly.
Why she was thinking like this, Jenna had no idea. The
realization had just come to her, and now she was coming to grips with it.
Should she take the plunge? Should she put her life on the line to help
out others?
Jenna inhaled, and then let it out again before tapping on
the pointer. Immediately the message was replaced with lines of text –
strange symbols, numbers, and strings of gibberish that made absolutely no
sense. A moment later the decryption seal kicked in, and the lines were
rapidly replaced by sensible words. As if in a trance, Jenna tapped away
at her keyboard, activating security measures almost by second nature.
The origin of this document was very high profile – it was
extremely high-level Proxian data from the upper echelons of the
government. She scanned through it, but mostly it was a declaration of
confidentiality. Slightly excited by this, Jenna continued scanning the
text.
It was only a few moments before this feeling of exhilaration
passed and the brunette teen immediately began to feel disappointed. The
information wasn’t what she was looking for – it was more like routine
reports. Disinterested, she flicked through the remainder of the file.
There was nothing of any interest – just simple details about the state
of Prox.
Jenna was about to terminate the browser and send a failure
message back to Tony, but then her eyes came to rest on something slightly
out of the ordinary. It was amidst what looked to be military force
assignments, but something didn’t seem right about it...
PDF Sect. 15, Div. 54AF – Project Psynergy
Project Psynergy. What on earth was that? Jenna flicked
through the remainder of that portion, but saw nothing identical to it.
This section of the Proxian military was involved in some kind of
project... could it be the experiments she was looking for?
Suddenly a warning beep came from her console. Then the
symbols on the screen began to change... one by one they altered
themselves, and rapidly spread.
They were re-encrypting it.
Quickly she selected the appropriate section of the text,
which was thankfully unchanged, and hit the Copy command. Immediately a
text document opened up and the words were copied to it. Mere moments
after the command was completed, the letters changed into the new Proxian
encryption system.
Jenna quickly closed the browser and went through her
security systems, removing any lingering tracers that she hadn’t cleared
in her previous sweeps. There were a large number of them – no doubt the
automated Proxian security systems were having a field day during the
encryption process.
Almost without warning, Jenna breathed a huge sigh of relief.
She had expected the events to be much worse... as if she would get
caught, somehow, and the Proxians would get her. She was edgy... it was
probably just lack of sleep. Once more she glanced at the clock, noting
the late hour.
Absently she glanced at the extracted line of information
once more. Project Psynergy. What was that? Well, at least she had a name
to give to the Elementalists when they summoned her again. She terminated
her connection to the Net and switched the laptop off before moving over
to her bed.
Jenna lived her in this simple apartment, alone. She didn’t
really know where she was born... she hadn’t seen her parents for years.
She believed them to be dead, along with her older sibling... she just
didn’t know. The Alhafran police had found her lying in a street
somewhere; she had been clutching a laptop with no records whatsoever of a
previous owner. There had been signs of head trauma, and that might have
explained her memory gaps.
Because she didn’t know whether there was a family member
or friend to take care of her, Jenna had been offered to be given to
foster parents. However, since she had been fifteen at the time, the
police had instead decided to grant her a small pension and accommodation
to reside in. That way she could take care of herself, rather than
burdening another family with a teenage girl.
She had accepted the arrangements eagerly, and after a short
time she had found herself in this apartment. It had taken a little
getting used to... the pension was barely sufficient for food and little
else. Jena had spent her time on the Net, learning how to be a hacker. A
year later, she had begun her little campaign to help those in need with
her actions, and now here she was – a young woman of seventeen, getting
involved in things much larger than her.
Lying on her bed, Jenna pulled off her gloves and slid
beneath the sheets. Again, her thoughts drifted to the two words she had
found on the Proxian site – Project Psynergy. Before she gave into the
realm of the unconscious and fell asleep, she thought absently of the
Elementalist operation.
What would happen in the near future... those were her last
thoughts before the darkness claimed her.
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