“Come on, Lucas, you’re gonna get caught.”
“No, I’m not; this firewall’s about as complicated as a Pop-Tart,” he answered, fingers flying across his keyboard. “I’ll be in and out before anyone knows I was there.”
Jackson shook his head as he watched the codes streaming down the computer screen. “Dude, this is serious. We could go to jail for something like this.” Continue reading “HACK3R”
August 21st, 2065
Bosmat Compound, Tel-Aviv
“He’s American.”
Stein sighed. “He’s the best we’ve got.”
Pax cocked a brow. He made it sound like they were scraping the bottom of the barrel. But halfway into World War IV, Continue reading “The American”
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She felt his presence as he sat down beside her on the concrete step. He didn’t speak, and neither did she.
The susurrus sound of rippling waves washing in upon the shore mingled with the laughter of happy couples in rowboats. A sanderling twittered by the dock. An old woman by the parking lot was handing out roses for Valentine’s Day. Continue reading “Worth Fighting For”
Whitney L. Schwartz 