Identity Fraud Map Maze 1 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Tracking.” Marcus came in and set his tablet on the desk. “I’ve got her through arrival,” he said. “After the connection point, the trail goes cold. She’s not using her primary identity again.” “Safety alerts only. If her location drops off entirely or something looks wrong, I want to know. Nothing else.” Marcus looked at me over the tablet, already suspicious. “Define nothing else.”

Liora whispered. Suddenly, a message popped up on her computer. Not from Mavric, but from an anonymous account coded 'Number 0'. [Message: "You think you won, Liora? You just destroyed a useless pawn to me. But by showing off your skills tonight, you have given me your digital coordinates. See you in ten minutes."] Liora’s eyes widened in shock. She realized that the hack earlier was a 'honey-pot' trap designed to track her location.

“Ms. Soriano, you approached the minor’s school using a false identity. You delivered paperwork to Ms. Medina’s building. You retrieved private voicemail. You are the conduit.” Mara’s breathing was fast now. “I didn’t retrieve it,” she said. “I was given it.” “By whom?” counsel asked. Mara’s eyes flicked to Celeste like a child looking at a parent. Celeste didn’t move. Mara swallowed. “By Governance,” she whispered. “Name,” counsel pressed. Mara’s mouth trembled. “Celeste,” she said. The room went cold. The mediator’s voice was flat. “Ms. Harlow‑Odane,” he said, “your liaison is your operator. You have just misrepresented identity in a regulated proceeding.”

Kevin was calling her from his own phone like a normal teenager. That was good. That was progress. She saved the number in her contacts under a fake name. “Dr. Williams.” Just in case someone ever got hold of her phone. Then she looked up at the house in front of her. 615 Maple Street. It looked worse up close than it had from the street. The paint was peeling. The windows were dirty. The yard was completely overgrown with weeds and dead grass. It didn’t look like anyone had lived here in months. Mia checked the address again on her phone. This was definitely the right place. 615 Maple Street. Lauren Pierce’s last known address according to Dr. Reid’s files.

I didn’t even know where I was. There was a place that piqued my curiosity on the map. A place marked with a thick red circle in one of its corners, as if marking something important. The writing was small, almost unreadable, but clear enough to make me curious. I leaned in closer to the map, examining it more closely. RedRoom. “What’s so important here?” I murmured quietly, my fingers tracing the lines on the map. I grabbed the map, folded it quickly, and slipped it into my jacket. My gaze shifted to the white door. On its handle, there was a coded lock with a faint blue screen.

the clerk at the distribution center told her. Mara frowned in confusion. "But you know me! I’ve been here every day. You’ve seen me before." The clerk, a young woman wearing the uniform of the Aeternum Welfare Department, offered a sympathetic smile. "I understand, ma’am, but the system requires an ID scan. We can’t make exceptions, even if we recognize you." Mara felt embarrassed and frustrated. Back in the Empire, a person’s reputation and presence were more important than some piece of paper. But here, without an ID, she was nobody—it didn’t matter if everyone knew her face.

I ’m not sure why I remembered the image of the star now, but the pin the man wore looked almost identical to the one I saw when I probed one of the guard’s minds. After I had finished my flashback, I pulled out my mom’s letter and the envelope from Zen Academy. On the back, I saw a thin button. I pressed it and a blue virtual map appeared before me. “Whoa,” I whispered. My jaw stayed open for about twenty seconds. Would I finally get some answers?

“They’re brute-forcing the NYPD database. Blocked. Hospital archives—blocked. Oh, The Architect’s trying social engineering. Cute. Won’t work.” “Can you hold?” “For now. I’ve scattered three false identities—” The screen screamed red again. Aria’s hands spun a virtual labyrinth—a logic vortex designed to trap the enemy with no exit. “They’re very good. But I’m slightly more of a genius. Please—don’t cause chaos out there while I’m busy saving our lives in here.” “I’ll try.” “‘Try’ isn’t exactly reassuring. But fine.” In the corner, Marcus watched the screens. His fingers kept turning a mug of coffee that had gone cold an hour ago.

The offer comes with a threat, of course, but he seemed used to it and shrugged it off. It was everything there is to know about Alek—everything he told her and kept from her. Contrary to what she expected, the information was limited but crucial. He didn’t bother changing his name, but all his basic information was not available on the internet. He could easily fake a new personality without bothering to be mysterious. How easily was she fooled? This was on the basics of scamming, and Sierra was a willing victim. Alek walked inside, and Sierra naturally pressed exit. The screen went back to a wallpaper of her choice, a picture of the sunset she took from the porch.

They began sorting through papers, and sure enough, save for a few receipts and random memos, each was unintelligible. “Damn,” Liam growled. “Everything we need to know could be right here, and we can’t fucking read it.” Xavier felt his frustration. If they’d had any idea that campsite would lead to this, they would have taken a stealthier approach, to begin with. Scanning the room, he spotted a map on the wall that was different than the others. Where most of the maps showed areas around the Northeastern Regions, this one had several spots circled in red.