She wheeled her chair over to her left computer screen to better see the jumbled code streaming across it. Her chair got stuck a little bit in the dirt--their makeshift tech room was in a shed up in the hills overlooking the main road. The forest wrapped it up almost completely, making it a great hideout. It was abandoned save for a few squirrels that ran through the rotting walls. Jackie pressed her headphones on her ears, in a vain attempt to see if she could understand the dialog better.
"I'm picking up their location now", replied Shannon. She was looking at her radar plus typing away at her computer at the same time, trying to pinpoint the exact location of the convoy. Every so often it would get blurry, so she would have to smack it on it's side, like an old TV set with bunny ear antennas. She was also trying to break into the fire wall the convoy had set up to protect it's intel. It was imperative that she access those top secret documents without being detected. Shannon and Jackie were the best intel-spy-hacker duo on the planet, and they never failed a mission.
Although this mission threatened to break their spotless record.
Just getting to the location was hell. Half their equipment didn't even get a signal, and their information on the convoy was slim to none. These people were basically ghosts, and Shannon and Jackie were no Ghost Adventurers.
"Wait, I think I'm finally getting a better signal", Jackie said excitedly. She wrote down what she could understand, and handed it to Shannon.
"This is perfect, I think I've almost got the documents, hang on, one more code to enter", said Shannon, her fingers flying fast over her keyboard. The last of the fire wall was breached and she finally saw the huge list of intel. There was a lot of information, more than she prepared for actually. Suddenly the alarm went off on their computer screens--
INTRUDER ALERT!
INTRUDER ALERT!
Red light drenched their screens, and both women looked towards the road to see if the convoy was headed in their direction. Suddenly the door to the shed swung open wildly---
HOW MANY TIMES HAVE I TOLD YOU KIDS TO STOP PLAYING ON MY PROPERTY!?!?!
A very angry old man who was turing red in the face looked down at the two girls. They had been playing secret spys and constructed their "computers" out of paper. Both froze, their fingers poised over their fake keyboards. They held their breath waiting for the old man to make a move.
Without thinking the old man grabed a paper monitor and ripped it up, then moved down the line to tear up another one. Shreds of paper went flying, and the two girls sprinted past him towards the open door. They ran as fast as they could into the woods before busting up laughing.
"Did you see his face?! That was hilarious!"
"I can't believe he got so mad!"
They slowed their pace to a walk, and talked about the next mission they wanted to pretend go on.
(This story was inspired by my childhood. I used to make paper computers and play spy all the time, bringing my "supplies" to the school playground. There was a teacher that always shouted at me to stop playing spy and to play on the play set instead. She would grab my paper computer and crumble it up. Kind of dramatic but I understand now that she just wanted me to run around and burn up some kid energy. But it was still fun trying to hide from her and go on a pretend mission.)
"Did you see his face?! That was hilarious!"
"I can't believe he got so mad!"
They slowed their pace to a walk, and talked about the next mission they wanted to pretend go on.
(This story was inspired by my childhood. I used to make paper computers and play spy all the time, bringing my "supplies" to the school playground. There was a teacher that always shouted at me to stop playing spy and to play on the play set instead. She would grab my paper computer and crumble it up. Kind of dramatic but I understand now that she just wanted me to run around and burn up some kid energy. But it was still fun trying to hide from her and go on a pretend mission.)
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