Cyber-fight

I was sitting, wrapped in bedsheets, with my back leaning against the head of the bed and the laptop on my thighs. I put on my earphone headset and instantly connected with Alan and Norton. They had been woken up by the same alarm and had already logged on when I called them on chat.

"Don't do anything for now. We need to observe this bastard's moves and find the right moment to put the tracker on him," I said, typing commands like crazy and struggling not to lose him.

"I see that fucker!" Alan burst through my earphones. "He is going to the bait and trying to open the new projects' folder."

"What kind of a password do we have there?" I asked since Norton and Alan were the ones who had prepared the bait folder.

"It's a standard password with small and capital letters, two digits, and a special sign. We thought that the hacker would become suspicious if the access was too easy," Norton replied. "If it's the same hacker who broke into the system before, then he is good enough to break t