Finish This Book Code Cracking 2 Novels & Stories

Scratching the side of my head trying to ease the tension my headband is causing I fiddle around with the book. My fingertips trace the page sweeping past the hares in plain sight. Where are the res- What was that? I felt something, it halted the smoothness of my path. I begin to trace the page again my eyes widening when I find a small hidden partition within the page. Digging my nails into the small layer I begin to tug on it. It seems as though there is an opening or a block that I can remove. "You have twenty seconds left. I think you might fail this one, Theia." Phobos pipes in telling me of his doubts about my accomplishment of his exercise.

she screamed. She grabbed her note. “Of course! The word ‘code’ was put in here. I thought it was meaningless, but it’s the password instead! Now all I have to do is using the word ‘code’ as the key to shift the letter to the right, according to the numbers written.” She wrote the code once again on the paper: C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E-C-O-D-E 17-19-1-22-9-14-4-0-10-20-15-15

I wipe my palms on my jeans. My stomach is a tight, cold knot. I’ve hacked bank accounts. I’ve locked corporate mainframes. I‘ve bypassed biometric security vaults while men with guns walked past the door. All of that was math. It was logic puzzles. If I typed the right sequence, the door opened. If I typed the wrong sequence, an alarm went off. This is not a logic puzzle. I am about to write a line of code that will physically throw a man off a mountain.

Then he saw Celine smiled after looking at the small lamp and waved her hand. She looked like she won a lottery when the number keypad was projected in his desk. She tried to key in his birthdate: Access Denied. Her birthdate? Access Denied. Shit! She weighed the pros and cons after 3 failed attempts. If this was a bank, she would most probably suffocated, or get killed by gatling guns. Or police would be alerted. Damn it. Think. Think. Think. What could Daniel possibly use as a passcode? 05-10-15

But this time, there was a small message embedded in the code. Guess you’ve figured who I am by now. Did you like the rose?

I stared at him in puzzlement, but we eventually returned to the serious matter at hand. After staring at the numbers for a few moments, he spoke, “What if this needs a Math equation first? Like, for example, subtraction or division…” “Hang on, that sounds correct,” I commented and took the paper from him. “If we divide every number here by two, we will get a code that can be decrypted by alphanumeric substitution.” 10-48-32-24-30-38-18-30-28 5-24-16-12-15-19-9-15-14

I tried to crack the code, and for a while, it seemed like I was making progress, until I went back to look at my progress and noticed every code I had cracked had been rewritten. Every single line that once made me look at someone with admiration now left me angry. Weren't they tired of this? This constant back and forth? They information they're guarding couldn't possibly be worth all this drama, I was sure. That was when I noticed it. It was subtle, but easy to catch against Dimitri's perfect codes. There was a mistake. A tremor in the encryption. The kind of thing that happens when someone the coder is distracted, probably watching someone else.

You've got to be f*cking kidding me. Back in my room, I groan when I try in what should be about the hundredth code combination. It blares red. Wrong. Once I'd returned to Veloria, I set about to reading the book's content. But just as I flipped the thick cover, I was met with resistance. With each repeated try, I grew frustrated. Until I turned the book over. A mystical binding. In form of a code combination. Who knows what the f*ck Faerin had used as her password.

“Just to make sure that my own hands aren’t dirty. And we wouldn’t have to sneak into the palace. We’ll get an opportunity very soon.” “Ok. Then tell me what to look for in those books and I can help you with it,” Verity said. “Look for something like the logo, patterns or languages that you can’t understand or find on the search engines,” I said. “Got it. On it.” Verity opened the books with great enthusiasm, which took two books to cool down. “Everything looks suspicious about every book now. I am never gonna look at books the same way ever again. It’s a classic about a bunch of cicadas hunting a bear. Why would they hunt a bear? They are cicadas. They don’t hunt. They eat grass. And grass

"Inject the damn code!" "I’m trying!" Pim roared back, her voice raw with terror. "But it’s fighting back. Every time I open a terminal, it locks the port. It’s learned my patterns. It knows how I think, Chalida! It’s using my own predictive models against me to keep me out of the kernel!"