Avery Ryan Csi: Cyber Novels & Stories

“Now, let me make this clear to you, Arnold. I am not to be messed with. The next time you barge into this place without an invitation, I will have you properly dealt with. If you're curious about what I can do, repeat this again.” Arnold stood up. “If you go after Ava again, I won't take it lightly with you. Don't test my patience.” Arnold turned and stormed out of the office. Ryan was fuming. But his secretary walked in immediately. “Please, leave,” he said. “I want to be left alone.” The lady came closer. “Sir, I was able to dig up some information about him.” Ryan's curiosity shot high. She was talking about Arnold.

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one director shrieked. "Pull the plug!" another yelled. "We're ruined!" Sterling gasped, clutching his chest. "Cyra, do something! Call the police!" Cyra stood up. Her face was pale. She was a strategist, a leader, a killer—but she wasn't a coder. She knew how to break people, not algorithms. "Oryn, physically sever the connection at the mainframe," Cyra commanded. "I'm ten floors away! I won't make it!" The progress bar on the screen ticked up. 85% D******D COMPLETE.

Ryan stood in the hallway of the police station watching through the one-way glass as James Sterling gave his confession. Watched the man who had destroyed his sister's childhood finally admit what he had done. Finally take responsibility. It should have felt like victory. Should have felt satisfying. Instead Ryan just felt tired. Weeks of investigation. Weeks of tracking leads and coordinating with the FBI and trying to catch Vanessa and her network. All of it culminating in this moment. His phone buzzed. Text from the security team outside.

Claire instinctively hid behind me like a startled rabbit. Ryan did not react at all. He walked straight to the table and sat down with calm ease. “Mr. Carter, looks like you have already made the smart choice.” I pressed play on the recorder. His voice, and Claire’s, filled the conference room, clear and undeniable. Ryan’s expression did not change. “Interesting. But can your little trick beat this?” He tossed a stack of photos onto the table. It was me meeting a hacker last year during the data‑breach incident.

That same fire had consumed the bond between us, leaving nothing but ashes in its wake. All the CCTV across the entire mansion had gone dark. Every single camera—inside, outside, the gates, the hallways, even the damn service exits—had malfunctioned at key points. No traces of Avery. No footage of her leaving. No proof of how she had vanished without a single fucking clue. Just static. Distorted images. As if someone had orchestrated it all too perfectly. And the only person who could’ve pulled it off? Ryan. Ryan sat restrained in a metal chair, his wrists bound, his movements limited. His breathing was steady, but his expression was vacant—like none of this mattered. Like I didn’t matter.

Ryan asked, his voice calm but alert, eyes scanning the table, the closed folder, my laptop still open with security logs on the screen. I exhaled and straightened, bracing myself without quite knowing why. “He wanted to talk about Andre. About everything connected to him.” Ryan’s brow furrowed. “Everything?” I nodded. “The break-ins. The stolen designs. The deleted camera footage. The Paraíba robbery. Identity fraud. He’s rebuilding the timeline.” There was a flicker in Ryan’s eyes, something sharp, protective, immediately engaged. “Why didn’t you call me in?” The question landed harder than it should have.

The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there." "What are you looking at?" Meg returns and sits down. "Oh, nothing." "Look, it's the girls." She points to the girls behind me. "Do you know th

"Miss Tate, I'm just a lowly server. My only duty that day was to serve you a cup of water. I don't know about the other things, but…" "But, what?!" Tammy was an impatient woman. Watching him stutter and hesitate annoyed her. "But I did, indeed, see a woman who looked a lot like you, Miss Tate…" Ryan said. He glanced at the cash on the table. "Miss Tate, this is all I know. Can I leave?" "Do you think the woman in the video is me?" Avery put the cash in his hands. "Ryan, don't be afraid. I only want to know what is going on. I won't expose you."

Then my phone rang. I glanced at the screen. Ryan. I hit speaker as I pulled out of the parking lot. “Hello, boss?” Ryan’s voice came through. Ryan was one of my best hackers. High IQ, worked with VPA. We’d put him on the job of figuring out how the fuckers got into the system. “You better have something good,” I warned. He knew the deal—I could have one of his limbs if he called me for bullshit. “Er… yeah. I do, boss. We got something,” he stammered.