It amazes Derek how he remembers most of the coding. Every now and then, like a flash of lightning going off in his head, that bit more comes back. At the time, he thought it was a waste of time. There were already better languages, even then.
Funny how things can work out.
A hand gently lands on his shoulder. He turns his neck. “Are you okay, Maeve?”
She nods. “Are you more like? I would have killed them if they hurt you. You could have trusted me with your problem.”
Looking back at his screen, he replies, “I know, and I was going to tell you. I was waiting for the right time.”
“Love you, no matter what.” She rubs the back of his head and walks away.
For the next five hours, with only the occasional break, he works away. Then bingo. He now has full control of the system.
Turning his chair around, he shouts. “I’ve done it.”
Claps come from the back of the warehouse where they are sitting.
Aaron gets up and runs towards him. “The security and all?”
Derek nods.
“Well then, you’d better join the rest of them at the so we can plan for tomorrow.”
“What about my relations?”
“My contacts will be able to bring them to safety once they get the message to proceed.”
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