September 8, 2009

The Chip

The Los Angeles county police department's Corporate flash drive looked easy enough to crack, but then again who was she fooling. Today's technology had too many protective shields and this one certainly looked like one of them.

Yet she knew she had no choice but to hack it because if she didn't he would keep killing until he was through or there was no one left to kill and chances of him being through, wasn't likely.

Katie pushed her glasses up that had slid down her nose and began typing away at the keyboard. She had less than a minute before they realized she was trying to hack into their drive, but with luck she'd be in and out in less than 30 seconds, that is if she could hack it.

She glanced at the clock and typed a string of numbers and letters into the computer's data base. Now it was a waiting game. If the computer opened up she'd be in and out without being noticed, if it locked down, they would be at the library in no time.

She watch the countdown begin. 5, 4, 3, 2 this was it, 1. ACCESS DENIED. Katie froze at the words. It would only be a matter of time before the police showed up. Before they placed a chip in her brain. But what did it matter. Her brother was on a killing spree and without her, there was no stopping him.