I had every code Sean typed committed to memory. I documented it all at first, typing rapidly as the procedure came back to me like a scene from a movie. It was pages and pages of decoding and programming that was now saved on my laptop.
A hacker's identity was his codes, he could morph them to fit the situation, but it was so private that no one shared it. He just happened to make the mistake of using his tricks in front of me. I'm sure those were just the basics, but it was a start. He wouldn't give away his trade tricks.
I opened my work email and scanned through the emails that were sent to me.
There were soft copies of the files I had received from Daisy about my father and mother, while there were others that kept reminding me of an upcoming twenty-fifth anniversary of the organization. I had a mail where I received the information about the new security password I had been allotted and a bank statement.
