Mikhail PovThe doors to the shop slammed shut behind me. Trevor was leaning against a car with his arms folded, while John was seated, scrolling through his phone. I walked into my office and came back out with a laptop, which I dropped on John’s lap.“You only call me when you are in trouble Antonov. What is it this time?” John said with an amused tone.“Not trouble. A job.” I stated. “Someone snatched a girl from the carnival. I want every camera, every drone searching for her.”He snapped his fingers. “Ahh… so that’s why the big scary Russian man sounds like he’s about to murder someone. Alright, I’m on it.” Lines of code scrolled across the screen as he hacked into the street cams.John has always been like this… reliable. Hacking into cams, rigging car trackers, the internet is his plaything. He’s the only one I trust apart from Trevor. It’s been years since we last walked paths together. I settled into my business and he vanished into the shadows of cyberspace, but he was alway
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