PLANTING THE BOMB

After reading the newspaper Gerry threw it to the ground with so much force he could muster with his weak body. His other ‘teammates’ were doing the same to the poor newspaper, a quick look at them and he knew they were more than pissed at our fucking benefactor he calls himself.

Across from him, Benedikt made a phone call during the time he read the newspaper. Apparently, Benedikt finished the call, putting it in his pocket, he sauntered to them. His two other henchmen, he calls them, came from the door carrying computer equipment to them.

“Take everything to the table. Klaus, I feel like having ice cream today. This heat is killing me.” ‘Klaus’, the name of one of the henchman took the hint of a command and went out to buy him an ice cream. What the fuck?

“Oh?” Here Benedikt raised an eyebrow at Gerry’s glare and offered, “You want one too?” Fuck you! He didn’t take the bait at the oblivious provocation. Instead, he ignored it and asked Benedikt the question which plagued his mind since his other teammates and him were kidnapped, “What are we working on?” His other teammates focused intently their gazes on Benedikt who instead took a seat on a chair in front of the table with the computer equipment.

”You all belong to the Daemon Army now. I own your life literally,” Here Benedikt paused and gave each of them a long hard stare, he then continued, “You first task will be planting false evidence trail to a politician. I call this operation Planting the bomb.” Smirking at them he was chewing on his gum in leisure as he made himself comfortable in his seat.

“You can all take a seat if you want, oh, forgot, we have only one seat and I’m sitting on it. So, just sit on the ground,” He gestured with his right hand to the ground with a shrug of his shoulders and continued, “Like pets you are. Ha. Just kidding! Anyway, you can set up the computers and the router.” Benedikt pointed with his left finger to the equipment on the table. Planting false evidence? What is his goal? Who did he called?

John took the lead and begun to set up the router, his friend Lucas glanced at him, shrugged, then followed Jon’s lead and moved to the computers. Before his asked one of them what he should do, John called him, “You’re name is Gerry, right? Grab the extension cable and connect it with this here,” John showed him the power cable of the router.

“Yeah, will do.” Fuck my life.

Music echoed through the empty warehouse, he flinched at the strange ringtone. Lucas and John stopped working temporary and their disbelieving gazes were firmly planted on Benedikt. He heard Lucas mutter, “The fuck?! Why did he have the opening of Attack on Titan as his ringtone?!” Attack on Titan? Wasn’t that the anime Lucas wanted me to watch?

Benedikt ignored their bewildered state. He answered the call and spoke, “Benedikt here.”

“Yes,” He saw him pausing, apparently the voice at the other end spoke to him.

“Everything is ready. Alright.” After Benedikt said his words, the call ended.

“So boys! After you have everything working, you will plan the approach. Ruin Alek Kragstein. Be lucky that you have such freedom. Here,” He took out a blackberry and threw it at John, he continued thereafter, “Use it to contact me after you are all ready. The deadline is in 2 weeks, boys! Don’t be late. You’re not the only ones who will get a bullet in the head. Think about your family.”

Fucking son of a bitch!

So with his piece said, Benedikt walked out of the warehouse to a black car. Gerry took a quick glance at the license plate and read, “Y-122-601”

“Hey!” He called to them.

Both of them looked to him, seeing that he had their attention, he said, “Did you see the license plate of the car?”

“Yeah, ‘Y-122-601’ so what?” Perplexed asked him Lucas, but before he could answer it, John beat him to a punch, “It’s registered as a military vehicle. The ‘Y’ and the six-digits after it are denoting it.”

“What does the fucking military wants with us?”

“No idea.” John answered as he continued to work.

“I don’t think it’s the military. Surely, it’s faked.”

“Finally!” Lucas said as he laid himself on the ground in exhaustion.

“Shit, does someone know where we can have something to drink?”

“You should have the smartphone, John. Just call him.” Aren’t we taking it easy… Shouldn’t we try to escape? Right, fuck. They surely ignored the elephant in the room. Don’t let your mind wander. -

“- Yeah, we are all starving as fuck! Get us something to eat and drink. Something with alcohol! They are 15? Don’t care,” John spoke with Benedikt on the phone as he installed the operating systems for the computers.

“And for the love of god, bring us more chairs bastard!” Lucas shouted as he laid there on the ground without wanting to move one inch.

“Yeah, we need chairs. -” Gerry ignored the rest of the conversation and instead, he reflected on himself. Shit. Do I really want to confront it? Shit. I know it was my fault, but fuck…

“Guys, what’s the plan?” He didn’t want to open the Pandora box in his mind, so he concentrated on the current situation, thus he addressed the elephant in the room, “What I mean is should we work for him or try to escape?”

He wasn’t the only one who was nervous, John just didn’t let it show, while Lucas didn’t even have the energy for it.

“I propose we first work with him, but it’s only a question of time until he will dispose of us,” John suggested after finishing the installations.

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Lucas said nothing. Instead Gerry played the devil’s advocate, “Shouldn’t we try to escape first? Now it’s the time for it.” He will kill us anyway.

“There are guards outside of the perimeter.”

“The guys with the machine guns? Yeah, they will fucking kill us twice over.” Lucas commented, hearing that, Gerry considered their options. John is right. We should first play ball, then when the fucker thinks he has the advantage, we surprise him.

“Alright, so how do we go about planting the false evidence?”

They heard the noises of an incoming driving car outside, it stopped, the door opened and the two familiar skinheads carried the two chairs.

“Yeah, fucking time!” And the two brought also pizza and vodka, as John saw the vodka, he sighed in relief.

After they ate and drunk in wild abandon, John was working with the assistance of Lucas on a dictionary list for a brute force attack on his social media account on Facebook, while Gerry was trying to rack up his brain for a human weakness in the politician. I need more information about the politician. So Alek Kragstein, are you married? No… Divorce. But what about a son? A daughter. Okay, so what can you tell me, google.

He inputted some parameters into google search to get an overall feeling of the target. Family photo before divorce? Huh. Interesting. Wait. This photo! That could be our key. I need the underlying post of it.

“Guys!, I’ve got something,“ After he saw that he had their attention, he continued, “This photo here -” He showed them the photo he found on google image, “- could be our key. Check it with a fake profile.”

“It’s public. It’s him when he was a teenager playing with action figures. So what?” Lucas could not understand the thought process of Gerry.

“The action figure is the key, right? You assume that he included it into his password? What makes you think he did it?” John could follow him, but he didn’t see the underlying puzzle he saw.

“Check his favorite movies and books. Also check if he has a photo wearing a t-shirt of the action figure.” Following Gerry’s command John looked through the profile. Lucas meanwhile just took another bottle of vodka and poured it into his mouth.

“Found it. ‘Tales of Holy Heroes’ series? The figure is the protagonist, Orse. That’s really an old book. So you think that Orse is one part of the key?”

Gerry thought it over. His politics are leaning to the conservative side. He is a very religious man. Visiting the church every Sunday morning. He searched after the summary of the book in google. This reads like… A crusader triumphs over the heretics? The fuck is that? Orse, a Norse converted to Catholics. Does that makes sense?!

“It makes sense -” A dull noise was heard nearby. He looked over and saw how his friend was totally wasted. You drank vodka, idiot! Shouldn’t overdo it, Lucas. Shit.

“Yeah, take it definitely to the word list.” Trying out all combinations of possible passwords with the data we gather. This could take a while until we cracked the password if we didn’t have enough data about his psyche.

“Wake up, Lucas!” Gerry tried to wake Lucas up but without much success.

“He drank more vodka bottles than me, respect, but ultimately he’s dead for the next days.” While John took a break from the computer and did push-ups on the ground, his loud pants could be heard as he exerted himself over his limit. That guy can even talk while doing such training?! Shit, earlier I didn’t noticed that he was built like a brick.

Gerry took a look at his body and could only admit to his shame that he never trained in his life. Even just a tiny step over his comfort zone made him very reluctant. Pussy indeed.

He woke up. This time his sleep wasn’t plagued by dreams, nightmares. He saw that John was asleep as with Lucas who seemed to be in coma. He should be alright.

He went to the computer with his chair, took a look at the screen and saw that ran already for 30 hours. When is it cracked, goddamn?

Fortunately, the password was cracked in twelve more minutes. He tried to wake John up, but he didn’t seem to want to wake up, so he shrugged and concentrated on the screen. John said that we shouldn’t worry about the IP. Something about proxychains. Using multiple random proxies to hide behind others IP addresses.

It’s very late. He shouldn’t be logged in. The only illuminations he had were the industrial lamps in the warehouse while outside darkness it was very dark, though there were some street lights to fight against the darkness.

“CrusaderOrse1069” What the fuck is with this password?!

Facebook. Twitter. Gmail. Eh?? Even a porn site? Let’s just focus on his Gmail account.

A very familiar ringtone woke him from his concentration, it was the phone on the table, vibrating, disturbing John’s sleep who awoke slowly.

“Shit! What’s up?” John asked no one particular.

“Password is cracked. I’m in. Take a look.” Gerry said shortly as he grabbed the phone.

“Who’s it?” He answered the call knowing very well who it is.

“Your master, dumbass.” Fuck you too.

“What do you want?”

“A person will come to you and give you a USB stick.”

“What’s in it?”

“What do you think? There are incriminate files. Use these as the bomb so to speak. Plant it very well.”

“What files?” He had a bad feeling about the so-called files.

“Just don’t rush B.” Here he goes again with his fucking references. This time fucking Counterstrike.

“Isn’t that too convenient. The cops will notice it.” He had his doubts at the bomb.

“Don’t worry about that. Did you watch movies with corrupted cops?” Does he mean that he’s with the police?

“No idea.”

“Heh, kek. Simple they don’t question the evidence.” Shit. Why does he wants the politician down?