Death Of A Hacker (Short Story)

“So…you fancy yourself a master hacker, eh?” the man in the black coat sneered. In fact, he wore all black; from his Gucci shoes, to his Brooks Brothers tie, to his shiny gloves. All black, all business.

And in his hands he held a very large black gun.

No, sir!” Ian Ronald Sipkowitz replied, cringing in fear. “I-I was just havin’ a little fun! I didn’t mean anything…”

And so he hadn’t. With no job, rich parents, and plenty of free time, Ian spent most of his days sitting in front of his computer, having a great time with what he called his “signals reconnaissance” software. He liked to collect passwords for everyone on his block, causing all kinds of mischief with their accounts. It amused him, gave him something to do.

But today, when he’d hacked an e-mail account titled JLR_4141 and sent out mass spam to all of its listed contacts, he figured the owner would just reset the password and forget about it.

How could he have known it would be traced back to him?

When the first bullet came, he’d been sitting on his couch, feet up, watching T.V. Then the front door swung open, and in walked the man in black. With an attitude.

“You’ve compromised a very important mission with your nonsense, Mr. Sipkowitz, and now you must pay!”

Ian recoiled. “NO! WAIT! PLEA–”



 And as he left, the assassin fired a round into the T.V. for good measure.

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