Skye became thoughtful and looked me up and down as if evaluating me as she opened and closed her mouth to say something. In the end, she hesitated and remained silent.
I didn't know what was going through her mind, but the situation of bringing Skye under my wing was working out, so I continued to be charming, attractive, and a mystery guy with the young girl.
We talked about many things while I acted as her coding teacher.
"I think... what you're doing is right... it's the right thing to do," she said after maintaining an awkward silence while I taught her how to code and showed her some tricks.
"That's great, you know, I think I should have thought about this a long time ago, but I didn't have the resources, and then an idea came to me."
"What idea was that?"
"Robbing bad guys to fund the downfall of more bad guys."
"That was a good idea," Skye said, agreeing, thinking about what kind of life I had and many other things.
'It worked.' I thought, remembering how Skye was a hacker who attacked companies in the MCU, seemingly for a good cause—now my cause.
"How long have you been doing this?" Skye asked, looking me in the eye after looking around.
"I think between 3 and 4 years."
"That long?"
"Yes, I started off very poorly. I improved with my visits to the library. You could say I'm self-taught."
"What kind of conviction? What drove him to do this?" Skye thought, listening attentively to the explanations Marcus pointed out on the monitor.
As an orphaned girl, she has a great desire to find her parents, searching for her origins didn't yield results.
He stole her folder from her first orphanage but found nothing relevant. Abandoned child, that was all.
There are no records of who left it, just the date, the time, and that's it, not even her name.
She nicknamed herself Skye, and that's been her name. There are no useful records. Searching for her family is almost impossible, but with this guy's technology, funding, and perhaps hacking into government databases would give her a chance to find her origins.
"I could create a search algorithm, dates of all the fathers who had babies and lost them in the year I was born," Skye thought, listening to the boy in front of her.
Time passed, and the boy said goodbye. "I'm sorry to leave you, but I have things to do. I'll leave you this pile of books," Marcus said, showing the box of books on computer science and database studies.
"If you learn Russian, you'll be able to read these. They're much more advanced. But remember, you must burn them if someone gets in. These books are really dangerous. They'll lock up whoever possesses them, so don't hesitate to light this grenade and throw it in the dumpster next to the books if someone other than me gets in. I'm serious."
I said seriously, looking at Skye. "But you said this place is safe."
"It is, but only because I was careful. If you're careless and go out the window and someone else comes out too, you say hello, you talk, and they investigate you. It's all over. I never had any contact with anyone in the building."
Skye pouted a little annoyed but nodded, "I can behave myself," she said softly. "No photos or uploading them to social media. Every piece of furniture here could give away your location. We're not dealing with children. These people have weapons. At some point, they'll look for us if they realize we're investigating them. And if you used Wi-Fi to connect, they'll look for your login and your social media accounts, and eventually they'll find us."
"Yes, I understand. We'll be invisible."
"That's right, but you can use social media if you use the secondary cable for the secondary network."
"Ooh, I thought that wouldn't be a good idea."
"No, the telephone network is only monitored by the government. Unless you mess with them, they won't look for you using those resources. Even the FBI and CIA have limited use. Unless you check the government's database of shadow organizations, they won't look for you."
"Are there spy agencies?" Skye asked, excitement flashing across her face. She looked really cute as she leaned in to look at me.
"Yes, they're in charge of sabotage, assassination, infiltration, and eliminating any potential threat to the country." I said, watching Skye's expression change to one of fear.
"That sounds terrifying."
"Yes, and we would be a threat if we managed to get through their firewall, so always keep that in mind. They don't hesitate. They'll shoot you straight in the head. They have dozens of professionals, the best technology, access to everything, and the country's permission to murder its citizens for the sake of security."
Skye's face turned pale, and I assumed the girl wanted to try to access the Pentagon once she learned how to hack databases.
"What would it take to avoid getting caught?" Skye asked nervously and curiously.
"A lot of money, reliable personnel, planning everything for years, using two dozen remote wired network points and using them to hack, then escaping, playing cat and mouse with armed agents ready to kill us, being fast, very fast, and yet they have a lot of resources, and I have no doubt they'll catch you if a traffic camera captures your hands or just your back and the way you walk."
"Just walking?"
"There are different types of fingerprints. If you cut a thread with a knife and use another to cut the same thread, they can still figure out which knife was used to cut which end of that thread. The way you walk is also unique, your voice, eyes, DNA."
"It sounds too scary."
"I know, the other option is to become an amazing hacker." I said casually, pointing at the books.
"I'll learn everything," Skye said, full of conviction.
"Learn Russian and read them over and over again. I really didn't understand everything. I hope you improve a lot. I'll come visit you to explain everything you don't understand until you teach me."
"Yes, I will," Skye said as I walked away, smiling.
"Okay, see you then," I said to the girl as we left the luxury apartment and took the elevator down.
The Russian language computer books were material for the widows in the red room.
All that remained was to wait for Skye to grow to her full potential and be of help in 5 or 9 years.
Not only do I need a chairmate, she can also fight, and I remember she has potential as a hand-to-hand combatant.
'Could I ask a favor and take her to the red room? No, no, it's better if Melinda May trains her. Shit, that's true.'
I'll try to finish the story, slowly, like Turtle competing with Sonic, it really hurts.