The Sylvan Syndicate ~Incomplete~

HiTech's History

HiTech

(A whirring noise can be heard as the machine from before starts up, a teenage voice can be heard, roughly about the same age as Marianna, maybe a bit older.)

Hi there. You're either really confused or really determined to find out this next recording huh? Well GG, you found it. I go by HiTech. My real name's classified, I have no clue why Marianna still uses her real name, I find that rather stupid in my opinion. But that aside. I received this in a package on my desk this morning, I can only wonder why. (The tone of sarcasm is so thick it could be cut through with a knife) Right. Right, might as well get this over with. Ok, let's get started. My story starts out kinda like Mari's, except I RAN away from home, my parents weren't killed, or taken, or whatever. My point is, is that I was a kid on the run. Roughly around the age of 14 going on 15. I had a stolen credit card, and a laptop I stole from a tech store a couple months back, to my name. Not much. Especially not enough to take care of two people. Sorry, let me explain. I found this girl a couple months prior, her name was Rose. She was 13, slightly younger than me. I took pity on her and took her in. And yes, I realize this sounds so fucked up, but that's the world we live in, anyways, she has dark red hair, almost crimson, a pale face and arms, her face is tear drop shaped, and her iconic smile. It could make even the rain stop, I swear. I look at her like a little sister, I'm her protector, y'know? Either way, I picked her up, and now we're kinda like partners in crime I guess. Anyways, this particular morning, she wanted Starbucks, and I'd recently swiped a Card off an idiot walking down the street in a $500 leather jacket, I think he could afford to support two orphaned kids. Right, so we were getting Starbucks, I opened up my laptop, expecting to browse on their WiFi. I noticed that my VPN and my Ghoster were going haywire, all these notifications. And I know I didn't leave that stuff on. So I assumed I was being broken in on. Getting my data siphoned. I looked around in the store, looking for someone, no one was even USING a laptop. Which was weird on its own. At this point Rose was back. She asked, "What's up now? You have that look on your face." I replied without looking up, "What do you mean 'look'?" She smirked at me and took a sip of coffee. I then opened up a program for tracing incoming traffic IPs. The one siphoning my data was pretty obvious on its own. It was going fucking haywire, literally changing IPs, Masks, and External IPs almost split second speed. I honestly didn't know what the hell to think, all I knew was that if this fucker wanted a fight, he was gonna get a fight. So I pulled up my BotNet, intending to give this little bitch as much data as he god damn could handle, which was when I noticed a blinking application on my Desktop, it was labeled, 'READ ME.EXE FILE_UNKNOWN' I murmured, "What in the fu-" Rose leaned across the table to get a look at my screen, I jumped and said, "Gah! Rose!" "Sorry, didn't know you'd jump like that bro. Calm." She rolled her eyes at me and went back to doing what she was doing, I think she was reading a magazine. Either way, I double clicked it, acutely aware this could ruin me. It opened up a text document. And froze the siphon. I thought, "I'll have to look into this program's background script later." If you can't tell, I pretty much am a self taught Coder. The note was long and quite extensive, listing everything about me, and even scarier, Rose. Almost as if we were being followed, and later in the letter, it said we were. I'm not gonna post the letter, that would be stupid. But I will summarize.

'Dear Mr. *********,

I'm glad you decided to not be a bull headed moron and ALLOW us to finish this data trade. I am known as The Gamemaster, and I have you being monitored, physically, and electronically. Don't do anything stupid, I know you enough to know you won't do something that will get you or your little sister harmed. I won't kill you, I'm not a fucking terrorist. In fact, I'm here to make you an offer. I can teach you to advance your skills as a Coder, and show you a whole new world of hacking. OR, you can continue to live on streets with your sister. Mind you, if you accept my offer, we will also teach your sister this as well. She will be cared for, not to mention, I have another girl here who I'm sure she'll get along with, her name is Marianna, and she is about a year older than you. Two years older than your sister. I advise you to accept my offer. Please.