Decrypted

Soup.exe

Decryption. Possible? Difficult. But yes — possible.

Veronica was cornered. Hostile. Bare chested. Soft wet breasts covered by a single arm. The other hand in her pocket — holding her phone tight. Purple eyes glinting. Defiant.

Richard. The grey man. Blocked the bathroom exit. He smiled — a hungry smile, said “Soup.”

As if he was going to devour her with a slice of ciabatta. So… his code was good after all. He knew her secret identity. There was no point feigning ignorance. He had the high ground.

“Hmm… Took you long enough,” Veronica said.

“Soup… I’m sorry I was slow — I should have dedicated my all to you…” Richard said.

Veronica felt an ick like no other. She had a bad feeling.

“I am a big fan — I’ve followed all your projects… I love you,” he said.

A fan? This wasn’t some government grey man — it was a fucking stalker. He was tall, dark, and handsome. Narrow eyes. But his trembling smile — tripping over his words showed what he really was. A cockroach.

“A fan? Why go to lengths for little old me?” Veronica said.

“I-I love you… Can’t you see my dedication to you,” he said approaching her. She stood her ground.

“Now that I found you — we can hack the world into submission — together!” He grabbed her wrist.

Veronica pulled out her phone — thrust it into Richard’s side.

ZAAAAAPPPP! There was smoke. A portable **** taser phone case.

He blanked out shaking. Tensed. Screeching. Then fell to the ground like a stiff board.

Veronica huffed. Fucking loser…