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Letting my gun rest casually in his direction, on my lap. His eyes lock onto my gun, before he manages to stand up, moving his hands along his throat, as if to relieve some of the pain. "I don't know a whole lot..." He begins, making my feet hit the ground, as I clasp the gun, pointing it in his direction. "I just know a name." He quickly states, peeking my interest. "What name?" I ask. "Rapture." He says. "What kind of name is that?" I ask. "It's not his real name. Only his hacker name. No one knows his real name." He states.

Totally confused and not knowing what to do, he kept talking. You can stop the act now, Brian; I already know you and who you are. So you can stop the pretense now, please. What are you talking about? I don't understand, and why are you calling me Brian? My name is Ben, not Brian. Brian! Stop I knew you from the very beginning, both you and your friends. I knew you were the secret spy's of the swat. So please stop the act now. You... He was lost and speechless.

I began denying. “He changed his name. Everything about him that you remember is nothing more than a cover. His name, his identity, his looks, how he dressed, his job. Everything was fabricated. What you saw was his second attempt at life, one where he deemed would be more suitable for you to be raised,” Hayden explained swiftly. “That’s impossible. My father had nothing to do with the mafia. He was just an honest businessman who always worked hard,” I stated firmly. “That’s what you saw but before that he was Jack Witman. The right-hand man of Silva and the man who was working hard to unite Silva and Torex,” Hayden stated resolutely.

He smiled at me, “Only if you tell me your name first.” “Ah, it's Silva.” I saw no reason to hide it so I told him my real name. “Silva~” He chuckled, “What a unique name!” He seemed excited, “Your shoulder length hair suits you a lot too!” He observed me from top to bottom, “Oh my! How rude,” He gasped, “I should introduce myself as well.” He then gave me a courteous bow, “My name is Jasper.” I nodded, “So Jasper,” When I called his name he hummed.

Allen, with one of his free hand, typed his phone number in the burner phone, then gave it back to the man. "What is your name? Allen asked. The man Looked like he was thinking of what to say. "Do you mean real name? or my Nick name? he asked. "Tell me both, I want to know whatever names you are known with" Allen replied. "My real name is Jonas, but my clients know me as 'Viper' Allen looked to see if he was lieing, but it seemed the man was being truthful. "Viper? You see my number in there? That's the number I will be calling you with. Now dial the number, so I can have the burner phone number"

She sat in the chair across from the desk, which she never did during the working day, and she looked at me with the directness of someone who has chosen to give a piece of information and has calculated the cost and accepted it. "What I'm about to tell you, Jax has not asked me to tell you. He would not choose this." She held my eyes. "I'm telling you because you are in the middle of something that concerns him, and because not knowing puts you at a disadvantage that I don't think is fair." "Marge" "His name is not Jax," she said. "Or it is he chose it, it belongs to him. But he was born Jasper William Wolfe the Third."

It looked like an old safe house, but there was an undeniable sense of urgency in the air. A man emerged from behind a partition, his face obscured by the shadows, but his posture gave away his identity immediately. His name was Jack, a former ally of Sophia's father who had gone off the grid years ago. He had been a trusted contact, someone who knew how to navigate the dark world of underground networks. "You're lucky I've got eyes everywhere," Jack said, his voice gruff but steady. "Didn't think you'd make it this far, but here we are."

For a moment, he simply stares at me, his mouth hanging open as if he’s trying to process what I’ve just said. “What do you mean, you are Jasper Sterling?” he finally manages to stammer, his voice a mix of disbelief and confusion. He puts the glass down, really wanting to hear this one out. I nod. “It’s true. I’ve been hiding behind that name and persona for a while now. Jasper Sterling is my pen name, my professional identity. And I can prove it if you don’t believe me.”

"He is a thief." "What name?" Morgan asked. "Morgan Dimitri Salvador Bliss," Theresa said. "Hack into the person's system," Morgan said. Obediently, Theresa brought out a system and began to work. "His real name is Obedient Fax," she said. Morgan walked around for some moments then stared at Theresa. He started telling her some codes that I didn't understand. Theresa read the results for him, and he smiled. "That's a good one," he said.