File Name 2 Novels & Stories

“Um, let me try it with no caps.” It was still incorrect. “Uh,” I scratched the back of my neck, “try Elaine57.” Dean typed it in and I almost cried in relief when it worked. “Ugh, thank God!” “You’re a fucking genius, Chip!” Dean beamed. “I mean,” I did a playful hair flip, “you can say that again.” Dean and I started to look through the content of the folder and it seemed like it consisted of different files which were arranged alphabetically in names that looked strikingly familiar.

Gellert should have had a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. The documents were sorted out and looked neat. Eliza quickly opened the hard disc to check the report, but she didn't find any useful information. "I'll do it." Beau took the mouse and used the search function. He quickly found a large amount of information about Roseane on the computer. Beau only opened it and quickly browsed through it. He then found a secret file. The file was named "Mine".

I'd made sure I confirmed from Louisa the number of phones he uses, and he clearly told me it was just one. “I found something weird on the phone while searching through the files by the way.” “What is it?” “He named the file ‘Mitchy’.” “Mitchy?” Sighs. That's not my busine… I paused, my brows furrowed. Mitchy as in Mitchell? That's Jess's mom's name. What does he have there? “Access the file.” “One second, please.” Then the clicking of the keyboard echoed in the background for at least five seconds followed.

The grey room was not quiet anymore; it was filled with the presence of the missing file and the residual anger from Anton's shattered calm. The single string of text—FILE E.VOSS – CONFIDENTIAL.DAT HAS BEEN PURGED—thrilled on the screen emptiness, an electronic tombstone.

, ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the final seconds before the blackout, Maverick glimpsed a second corrupted file; marked with Elena’s birth-date. Unnamed. Unindexed. And tagged: "Subject 318B"

"That's why I was stopping him! I don't know what has happened to him these days...he knows what Henry expects but still he sent you...those girls are.....anyways you are fine...that's what matters..." "It's okay don't worry...I am perfectly fine.." He nodded and left while I decided how to get the file now.. It was evening now and most of the members were busy packing up their stuff.. I decided to first search for the file in the store room It was stocked in files from top to bottom and my eyes randomly searched for the number nearest to 211..... I reached the sequence....there was 210...212...but no 211... I sighed in fatigue and frustration...

⸻ IF THE WITNESS SURFACES, THE NETWORK COLLAPSES ⸻ He leaned back slowly. That sentence changed everything. ⸻ “Rafael,” Lucian said carefully. “There’s something else.” “What?” “The file mentions a second investigator.” ⸻ Rafael’s eyes sharpened. “Who?” “The name is partially erased.” ⸻ The screen zoomed in on the damaged text. Only a few letters remained visible. ⸻ —R—Z ⸻ Rafael stared at the screen for a long moment.

Both the codes said the same name. Revaan.

Then I typed in two names. Mine. And his. I saved the file and closed it.