Sighing, I moaned. I was too tired for mind games.
“I need you to pretend to be the hacker known as Sypher.”
Slowly sitting up, I said, “What exactly are you asking, Danny? There is only one Sypher. You. Not me. You. I can’t pretend to be someone I’m not.”
“Yes, you can. You are the only one who can pull it off because I know it was you who was in the Trick Pony servers deleting files while I was trying to download everything.”
Stiffening, I whispered, “That wasn’t me.”
“Bullshit. Don’t lie to me, Zach. I also know why. Does King know about your connection to the Brotherhood of Bastards?”
Ignoring that comment, I sneered, “What the fuck do you want, Danny?”
“Like I said. I want you to be me.”
“And like I said, that’s impossible.”
“Open the laptop you let me borrow when I was there and type inZachary Marshall son of Cerberus.”
“You son of a bitch,” I groaned, getting up from my seat and walked over to the shelf where I kept all my equipment and took the laptop Danny used while he was here. Placing it on my desk, I sat back down and opened it to find the screen blank. The cursor blinked in the upper left corner. Typing in what he told me, I cursed, “What the fuck did you do?”
“Nothing yet. It’s what you are going to do.”
“I still haven’t said I would help you.”
“You will. Now hit enter,” Danny growled.
Doing like he said, I watched as the laptop came alive and within seconds, I was looking at the inner workings of Sypher’s brain.
“Now you have access to everything I know and before you even think about deleting anything, you should know that I have an eidetic and photographic memory. I don’t need a computer to do half the shit I do. You help me and I will help you keep your identity a secret.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“I want you to activate FIRE.”
“Who?”
Groaning, Danny muttered, “Zach. This will go a lot faster if you just accept the fucking fact that I know everything. I know who you really are. I know where you grew up and why you are hiding, but more importantly, I know you are the contact for FIRE.”
FUCK!
He was right. Typing into the laptop, I pulled up the file he had on me. It was all there. Everything. From the moment I was born, to the moment I joined the Silver Shadows, all in a neat, detailed file.
Sitting back in my chair, I shook my head and sighed.
“What do you need me to do?”
“Type in the phrase,bring the fire.”
Doing what he asked, my eyes widened when I scoured a list of names. Most I knew, some I didn’t, while a few I knew personally. I clenched my fists tightly.
“That is the list I want FIRE to take care of. Can they take care of it by December 25th?
Fuck yeah, they could.
“Yeah.” I grinned. “No problem.”
“In the meantime, I need you to personally take care of one of my clients.”
