Vinnie Hacker Age Novels & Stories

"This is the one who took down Vinnie?" "This is him." Victor gestures to the chairs across from his desk. Mark and I sit. "You are younger than I expected," Victor says to me. "And you look less like a killer." "I am not a killer." "Neither am I. That is why we hire other people to do that part." Victor smiles, but the smile does not reach his eyes. "Vinnie was a problem for me. He operated in territories where I have interests. He hurt people I preferred not to see hurt. You removed him. For that, I am grateful."

"There are only two paths you can choose. You can stay and kill your mate, yourself, and me. Or you can give up everything and start a new life." Vincent stopped his car a few meters from the same bus stop. He turned off the engine of his car and we sat in the dark. We were both silent until he finally broke the silence. "My name is not Vincent." I turned my head slightly at him "You don't look like my uncle." I muttered. He looks the same age as me ... and normal. "How old are you?" "118." 'So I'm ... 108?" I asked half choked. He shrugged. "Then if I die-

He had mentioned ice cream as motivation, and that could be an excuse for when Ally was at home and was wondering where they had gone to. He needed to make a stop at Darren Harper's house. He was the school computer whiz. There was nothing he couldn’t hack into, even though his services were not known by all. He had earned the name Darren Hacker when he first hacked into the school archive to change the record of the school valedictorian from one year to another. He had done several others but that was what gained him the recognition.

You don’t care. Suffice it to say, by fifteen I was a full-on hacker. I breached the Department of Defense’s website. I was a high-ranking member of Anonymous (hackers who try to right societal wrongs). My specialty was fucking up revenge porn sites and torching the owners’ bank accounts. Then, when I was 17, my buddy Mailin got caught.

Just chicken, vegetables, bread—simple, elegant, prepared by their longtime cook who'd always been kind to Ravyn and who she was reasonably certain wouldn't be complicit in anything nefarious. She ate mechanically, fueling her body for the work ahead, while her mind was already shifting gears. Transitioning from Ravyn Hawkins—ex-convict, new employee, dutiful daughter—to Whisper119, ghost hacker, digital phantom, one of the most sought-after and successful black hat operators in the underground community.

The kid slumped into his chair, trembling. "What do you want?" he hissed. "Your help." He barked a laugh. "I'm Seth Horrigan, not Superman. I run a shitty internet cafe. What could you possibly...?" "Genius hacker. Broke into the Pentagon at thirteen. Stole FBI funds to buy every agent a shawarma. NSA's youngest recruit. Vanished at twenty. Now you're hiding here, a rat in a neon maze." I leaned over his desk, watching his pupils dilate. "Sound familiar?"

If he was not dead by three that morning, it just meant that the hacker was a lying idiot! Also, if he was not dead by three, it proved that the hacker was Elliot's son— Hayden. Hayden was barely ten years old. "It is amazing that he can hack into my phone at such a young age, but that is all he is capable of! Kill me?! He does not have the skills for that!" thought Christopher smugly. Christopher's daughter blinked her huge eyes. "My teacher told me to serve Mommy and Daddy water. I have to take a video and show it to her."

“Sir, may I make a suggestion?” the hacker asked, his body shivering as he gazed at the gun pointed at him. “What suggestion?” Though Vincent wasn't interested in hearing what he had to say, he would never allow any information to pass him by. “The woman seems intelligent since she could stop all of us single-handedly. Why don't I capture and have her brought here?” the hacker asked. “You talked about a suggestion, but now you're asking questions? How dare you think of bringing that sill woman here? I thought you were wiser, but I guess nod.” Vincent sneered.

She probably can't even find a way to download games. The conceited hackers around him agreed with what he said. They gave up the position to Zeke just out of respect for the top hackers, but Zeke did not seem to be what they imagined. Nevertheless, he was the second on the Hustuaburg hacker list and sixth on the world list, despite his young age, and he was not so legit. They could still tolerate his troublemaking. But this girl, who came out of nowhere, seemed to be a relative of the boss, so everyone would not accept her.

“Maybe. But if I don’t go, I’ll never know what I am. I’ll never stop Lorne. And I’ll never be free.” He ran a hand through his hair. “You really want to do this?” “Yes.” He grinned. “Then let’s make it messy.” --- Elsewhere… Vincent was already two steps ahead. Sitting in a diner that hadn’t changed since the '80s, he slid a USB across the table to an older woman with sharp eyes and sharper cheekbones. Cassie Crane. Ex-agent. Rogue wolf. And hacker extraordinaire. “You sure you want back in?” he asked.