Laurinda’s fingers flew across the keyboard, so quick they barely seemed real. Lines of code scrolled down the screen, blue light flickering over her face. She looked calm, almost lazy, like this was just another casual afternoon.
Ten minutes later, her phone buzzed. She picked up without missing a beat. The voice on the other end practically vibrated with frustration.
“Laurinda, why’d you hand over that shipment? We could’ve handled it. Why let someone else take it?”
It was a haul worth hundreds of millions, and Laurinda had snatched it up like it was nothing, only to pass it on to some organization in Frostfrod.
What was she doing, running a charity now?
Everyone always says you should keep profits close, not just toss that kind of money into someone else’s pocket.
“It just wasn’t the right move. I wanted to cause them some trouble, not drag myself into a mess,” Laurinda replied, voice steady.
Her answer clearly didn’t satisfy the caller. Sure, there might be trouble if they’d taken the shipment, but since when were they afraid of problems?
Laurinda could sense the irritation, and it made her smile. She kept typing, never pausing. “Relax, I didn’t just give it away for free. Nobody gets my help without owing me. I’ll collect when the time’s right.”
She grinned at the screen, watching clusters of red and blue dots pop up, her eyes shining with excitement.
Soon, green dots started filling the map, and her fingers moved even faster.
On the other end, the caller listened to the rapid clacking of keys, feeling a headache coming on. Suddenly, everything clicked. They really couldn’t have handled that shipment.
Laurinda was ruthless. She’d hijacked a fortune, slipped a virus into their system, rewrote all their records, and then sent everything straight to Interpol.
This wasn’t just a setback. It was total destruction.
Egan sounded tense as he explained. He’d been stuck in a meeting when a message came in about a shipment worth hundreds of millions passing nearby, complete with the route and security details.
At first, it seemed way too good to be true. But honestly, with that much money involved, who could resist?
He sent a team to check it out. The whole thing went down just like the tip said. They got the shipment, no real effort required.
“Adolphus, that’s not even the weirdest part. Right after we grabbed the goods, Interpol swooped in and stopped the other ship. Everyone on board got hauled away for questioning. Now, the owner’s lost everything—men, money, the whole lot.”
Listening to Egan, Adolphus felt a weird sense of déjà vu, especially when it came to bringing Interpol into the mix.
“Did you find out who owns the ship?”
“No, but we’re guessing it’s a smuggling vessel from Stonehaven. Nobody’s come forward to claim they lost anything yet. With a shipment that big, you’d think someone would be making noise, right?”

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