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W. Len - Hack:Moscow

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W. Len is a gifted writer I predict hell go far. Patrick McGrath, award-winning author of Lens writing style is utterly delightful wonderfully paced and easy to read while still being somehow lyrical. Chloe Halston, Amazon Top 1000 reviewer, on W. Lens One day, I will reset the world In the Young Adult book (23,000 words), W. Len has created a coming of age cyber-thriller with a literary twist.

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W. Len

HACK:MOSCOW

Dedicated to |01001100|01111001|01101110|01101110|00001101.

You helped me count my blessings.

1.00

One day, Ill reset the world. A few typed commands and itll be a better place. People will be nicer, and the buses will run on time. Today, the bus was fifteen minutes late. At my stop, the driver was in such a hurry he didnt wait for me to alight before he revved off. I tripped on the last step and almost kissed the cracked tar road. The laughter from the passengers insideId have muted them if I could.

As I headed into the industrial district, a heavy bank of clouds rolled over Moscow, rumbling south from Paveletsky railway station, chasing me. Aprils almost over, but the weathers heading in the other direction. Outside the warehouse, near the deserted parking lot, I stopped and dialed Luka.

Luka, Im here, I said when he picked up.

His breathing rasped on the phone. Were you followed?

Only by the entire Russian army, I wanted to say, but you cant be glib when youre late. I looked around just in case. The only car in the lot was a beaten up ZiL truck, its green skin mottled by rust. It looked like its been to the end of the world and back. On the warehouse wall, a spray-painted Stalin hailed me: Happiness is mandatory for the greater good! According to Luka, times have changed. Nowadays, people buy more goods to be happy.

No, I answered.

Whats two times two? he asked, still suspicious.

Five. Any other answer would mean I wasnt alone. Our code word is supposed to be some philosophical reference from some book about the randomness of life. Its so random I dont get it, which I suppose is a good thing because outsiders would be even more confused. Hurry, its raining! I said as fat raindrops plopped around like Gods own teardrops.

I heard a dead click on my phone, then the tinkle of a heavy chain behind the door. Three locks snapped open like gunshots, tack, tack, tack.

As the door opened, the musty air inside the warehouse escaped. Inside, wooden slats boarded up broken windows and the uneven swathes of light transformed the floor into a piano keyboard.

You took your time. Lukas jowls wobbled. Up close, the broken red veins on his nose look almost artistic. He claims his nose, ruined by years of pollution and vodka, is evidence hes a true Muscovite.

I tripped, I answered.

He gave me a look, as if it were my fault. Boys your age shouldnt be so tall. The locks echoed again as he locked up. Antons inside, he said with a touch of a frown. The older I grow, the more I dont understand. Why do dogs pee on lamp posts? Why does mold grow on cheese and turn it blue? Why do people eat it? And why does Anton and Luka needle each other all the time? Some questions have no answers.

Hold on, Andrei. Luka pulled an envelope from his heather-brown jacket. This is for the last job. Wed recently broken into the servers of Aegis, a software security company and copied their latest source code. It took longer than expected, mainly because we underestimated how dumb their network security setup was. We tried this and we tried that, before we realized their servers, with the updated code for the state-of-the-art security system they created, was defended by an outdated firewalland this was a cyber-security company! Error, error: working in a corporation makes their employees stupid. Or maybe they just dont care.

I moved to pocket the money.

Arent you going to count it?

I trust you. I said.

Luka looked disgusted. What do I always say? Dont trust me. Count it. He ruffled my hair as I did so. Im paying you more than Anton since youre better. Its our secret. He winked. The new Aegis security software is being deployedguess what our next job is?

To crack a system thats using it?

That mind of yours is a national treasure. Luka looked smug. One day, theyll embalm it and display it at the Heritage. He held out another envelope. A down-payment. For the next job.

A down-payment? We always get paid afterward. This was unusualand I dont like unusual. Is this new job dangerous?

Luka smacked his forehead with the back of his hand, palm open to fend off dumb questions. His smooth face makes it hard to pinpoint his agelate forties, early fifties? Youre safe when youre dead. If you prefer less, you can give that back to me. I pocketed the money quickly, before he could reach for it. Youre only fourteen

Fifteen, I said quickly. My birthdays in a month so Im allowed to round up.

A good age. When opportunity calls, dont hang up. You thank the Great Programmer above. One day, Ill teach you the business I thought I sensed a moments hesitation as he said that, but I was probably being too jumpy. Luka worries enough for everyone, and when Im with him, I relax.

We walked deep into the warehouse together. In a narrow clearing, Anton sat cross-legged on a pile of cardboard boxes, his laptop balanced on skinny knees. From the collar of his t-shirt, a vine-like tattoo crept up his neck, twining into his silver-dyed hair. Flattened cardboard boxes were piled everywhere around us. This used to be a packaging warehouse and it had an elaborate sorting system based on the color of the pillars. Once, Id tried to figure out the logic. I even worked out a flowchart, before I realized nobody else was interested. Nobody cares about abandoned things. Anton, are you meditating?

His fingers cupped into a placid lotus. I see the mysteries of the universe, he said mockingly. Underfoot, cables ran like roots, sprouting from a partially covered manhole. In summer, sewage gas rises from it, but the weathers too cool for that now. As I walked over, he seized my hand. Where did you get these? He examined the fresh scratches, as if reading them.

Thats a mystery of the universe.

He didnt let go. His fingers traced a series of crescent scars on my palm. These are older.

I snatched my hand back and shrugged. Its an old story I didnt feel like telling.

You grow when you confront pain. He tutted. Scars make a man.

Where are yours?

Hidden. Theyre the kind that hold the hardest lessons. Anton flashed that foxs smile of his, the one that lights up his Baltic gray eyes. An eagle nose, tanned skinhis features dont fit, because hes half Russian and half something else: Chechen, or Ukrainian, or something, Im not sure. And he doesnt tell.

Whatever. Im grown up.

As old as sand. Theres no time to argue because he had a forefinger curled under the thumb of his right hand. Its the usual game, duck-the-finger. Ready? Flick! He thwacked my right ear before I could move. Anton: two hundred and fifty-seven, Andrei: zero. As old as the sand, he repeated and laughed.

But age has nothing to do with it; I never win because he has a gamers hands. Whenever we take a break, he straps on these chunky gaming goggles of his, which teleport him into an alternate reality. He had raved to me about pro gamers in other countries before, men who lived and trained together for years so they could battle each other online. Imagine the luxury, he said. But that kind of life hadnt sounded appealing to me; it seemed odd to spend your time doing something meaningless. Then again, I assume the gamers house doesnt smell of sewage in summer. As I grow up, Im learning that normality, like many other things, is a relative concept. Father once told me peoples lives are determined by genetics. My green eyes, my height, are proof, except Father was much smarter than me. He enrolled in Moscow State University when he was sixteen. I? I have problems getting to a warehouse without my feet trying to trip me. Is that normal?

Today, we celebrate. Luka swaggered over, holding a bottle. See this? Taittinger, Comtes de Champagne blanc de blanc

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