I sighed heavily as I stared at my laptop. It was deteriorating before my eyes. The voice message sent by the creator of the file I stole rang in my ears. You have Two hours untill the virus is unstoppable. I alone have the vaccene program that will leave your computer no worse for wear, fail and I'm afraid the concequences will be...dire.
I chewed on my thumbnail, thinking.
Two hours. I 've got two hours to get to this coffee shop, or I'm totally screwed. Fine. I'll be there.
Half an hour later, I pulled on a purple corduroy jacket and black leather flats. I grabbed my laptop and keys and headed out the door.
I was a short drive to Morning Sweets, the decided coffee shop. I thought of this person I was to meet.
They traced me and know where I am, but to want to meet within two hours they must be near here, espeially knowing the coffee shop they must know the area.
I pulled up in front of the coffee shop and walked in, a bell ringing as I swung open the wide door. I sat at a small round table and ordered some green tea from the waitress. Turning on my laptop took longer than usual, probably because of the virus. I sipped my tea and clicked onto the internet. I made my way to Google and searched 'KIRA'.
I idly read through pages of information I already had, and information I knew was simply rediculous. I payed little attention as my computer continued to slow. I thought once more of this mysery person.
Obviously they are quite inteligent, but could they be so intelligent that they are trusted with all the KIRA files? Or is it that the files are split up amongst others, so that no one knows everything, and I have only portion of it? And what about the other hacker? Is that person here too?
I glanced around the shop, searching for them. No one looked suspicious. The only other people in the shop were a young couple and an elderly man with a small dog. Not likely to be the people I was looking for.
I continued to browse and sip tea. The bell above the door rang and I looked up. Definatly the person I'm looking for. For one thing, they had a laptop under their arm, and for another, they cam and sat across from me. Nothing was said for a short while, then "Greetings, Elizabeth. I assume you understand the circumstances?"