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“So, you have two choices, L/N.” A large, beared man started as you sat inside the interrogation room. He had an accent you couldn’t quite pinpoint but you’d guess he came from either Norway or Sweden. You breathed up exasperated, blowing some hair out of your eyes. He rested his open fists on the table with your police records in between them. The older man read along your crimes, his lip curling in as he saw the charges. “That is a lot of time behind bars for someone your age… and for someone with your talent.”
July 23rd, 2018: Y/N L/N suspected of bypassing personal cyber security to Elijah Mundst, CEO of LUDEN’S Pharmaceuticals, Owner of Tulsa Automotive, and CEO of Twitter(.com). L/N hacked into personal and financial files of Mundst and drained $12,725,000 USD and disrupted the funds to 100,700 unknown external accounts.
“Someone had to put Eli Mundst in his place. He owns three of the biggest companies in the entire world. He has a monopoly on people’s livelihoods.” You spat, clearly not interested in hearing the same shit repeated to you for the last three days.
You were, formerly, an anonymous online hacker that stalked the dark recesses of the web to enact your own types of justice. For about seven years, ever since you got your first laptop in your freshman year in high school, you’ve been exposed to the true horrors of the world. You’d find the most deplorable losers and use your god-given gift of understanding codes to wring their IP Address of information. You’ve exposed more than a handful of predators in your county, outed several racists from online videos and got them fired from their jobs, and you even used an unusual Reddit thread to solve a cold case. Your finest work and the only thing you relished in was seeing their names and mugshots illuminated on your monitor.
Of course, your targets were never as big as Eli Mundst. You flew too close to the sun with that one. Mundst had too much control over most of the United States. He owned Luden’s Pharmaceuticals that itself had a monopoly over a lot of medicines including insulin. Tulsa Automotive has the highest selling luxury cars that were faulty and caused millions of deaths a year. Mundst was never sued because of pretty little fine print. And of course his newest acquisition was Twitter, the biggest social media site ever. It was a place where anyone could express themselves… and that included a lot of hateful groups. The CEO before had a no tolerance rule against hate speech but as soon as Mundst bought the website that rule magically disappeared. However, the cherry on that shit cake was Mundst banning you indefinitely for tweeting he was a ‘balding and melting mountain of potato salad’. It was very tame tweet yet you were banned and not the actual Nazis on the website.
Over the last few years, a lot of accusations about Mundst had come to light. He had assaulted multiple women that had worked for him in Luden’s, even fathering some children. However, Mundst squeezed out of child support when DNA testing suddenly became ‘non-conclusive’. Tulsa employees were subjected to sweat-shop like conditions while working under Mundst. Shifts were as long as fourteen hours with little to no breaks or they were never long enough to used a bathroom. Some employees would just urinate on the factory floor. It sickened you that this man was hoarding all the money in the United States and you knew you had to do something about it. It wasn’t hard to pinpoint his location since he shared his location on Twitter whenever he posted. He resided in Los Angeles, of course, living the biggest mansion in Hollywood. Fifteen bedrooms, ten bathrooms, two kitchens, a pool and a guest house with five extra rooms. It really bothered you that the fat fuck lived alone.
It took you over a year to gather all the information and accounts of the employees that worked for Mundst. You created your own program that listed the numbers and wages they were owed in compensation— compensation you believed they were owed really. Mundst only had one bank account, it was his fault. It was like that stupid king in Robin Hood that kept all his gold in one room. It was just there, not being used. You made sure that all the information of the accessed accounts would be terminated once they had gotten their money. With the press of a button, you sat back and watched the funds in Mundst’s account drain. You have done it for more than just the affected employees and spread the wealth to anyone you wanted since Mundst was America’s first and only trillionaire. The only one you wouldn’t give money to was yourself. Not only did it keep you clean of suspicion but you also didn’t really care for money. But how did you even get caught?
Your work wasn’t flawless and you had made a fatal flaw of staying logged into his account while taking a bathroom break. When you returned to your computer, the account was frozen. You began to sweat as you unplugged every electronic in your home. From hard drives to cellphones and even your microwave, you burned everything in your backyard. Authorities found you standing in front of the blaze when they came to apprehend you.
“I know,” The older man nodded, getting your attention. “None of us in my field like the guy. He would have been a target if we didn’t go after actual bad people, eh.”
Your eyes narrowed at the man, “Your field? You’re not some other bad cop coming to beat more information out of me?”
“No ma’am.” He shook his head. He mirrored your expression, “They hurt you?”
You turned away, ashamed to feel your bruises burning again. “I wasn’t going to tell them where the money went. It’s not Mundst’s to keep.” You didn’t look back at him but you heard him picking up your files, flipping over the pages. He hummed.
“It says here that you had a wide collection of video games in your apartment,” He started. “First person shooters, multiplayer online battle arenas, battle royales… Seems like you like combat.”
“Broke college kid likes to play games, so what?” You spat.
“With proper training, you could work as a sniper. I can already tell you have the hand-to-eye coordination.”
Your jaw fell open, “A sniper? No way. Who the hell do you even work for?” Your head swiveled around when you heard him chuckle. His eyes blinked down at your files.
“I said you had two choices, remember?” He asked. You slowly nodded, unsure. “I work for a private military contractor. What you were doing online is nearly similar. Justice for all, right? Join KorTac or face…” He glanced down at th files and his eyes nearly bugged out of skull. “Faen… thirteen life sentences? I thought the ink was smudged there…” He mumbled.
“Do I get my own room?” You asked, knowing your privacy was worth more to you than anything in the world.
“Ja. Headquarters has a room for everyone in our ranks.” He smiled like he knew what your answer was going to be.
“I choose KorTac.” You said proudly. You would have stood up to shake his hand but you were currently handcuffed to the table. “What is your name?”
“Tor Eriksen. But the crew calls each other by nicknames. I’m Aksel to them.” His gloved hand reached up and scratched his beard. Aksel went back to reading, “We should give you one now. Let’s see… Ja. Stealing in the times of disorder… I think I should call you Reaver.”