Pfft, are you for serious?
I sat at my desk, staring at my laptop. I should have seen that coming. Doesn't matter, I decided. It's just a computer and I printed all the files anyway. I laughed softly to my self, then out loud said, "Nothing beats paper and ink."
I sat drumming my fingers against my desk, then got up and went to the kitchen. As I rummaged for cereal and milk, I considered the file I had stolen the night before, noting that there was no hesitation whatsoever in this person's retaliation. I wonder if this person caught the hacker before me? The hacker's precence must have been recognized, even I saw it.
Munching on my cereal, I returned to my desk and continued to stare at the screen, pondering.
This means one of two things. One; I'm in deep shit with the government or some secret organization, or Two; This person only noted my precence to get my attention and wants me to respond.
I set my spoon down and drank the rest of the milk in my bowl. I decided the latter was more interesting and probably alot more fun, so I clipped away at the key board and mouse for a few minutes. Son of a . . . Holy freakin viruses much?
I debated on getting a new computer, but by then this person would have increased security, if they hadn't already, and I may not be able to get through. Besides, nothing was bugged other than the file. I barely had a path to follow.
As I worked, I thought, At least this time I don't have to hide my self. This person knows I'm coming. I saved alot of time with that. By the end of about an hour, I had sent a little bug of my own to this person. Nothing too much, just a couple of pop-ups or something, a poke to get this person's attention.
Sending the virus back, I grinned. This is so on.