Why I Became A Contractor: Part 23

Tuesday, 10th of April 2018. Old Highschool. Lynn's Class. 2100 Hours. Task Force Infanta.

The solid combat boots stomped the cold ceramic floor of the hallway. The air was blowing coldly from the opening in that hallway. The person beside me was busy with his laptop. He was fiddling with codes.

The school was soundless. There was no sign of human activity. It was very dark if not for the AN-PVS 14 on top of my head. Everything looked so green from behind these goggles. That laptop screen would be shining brightly if not for the dark mode.

"Sierra, can you breach the firewall?" I asked.