Post by Anna Craven on Jan 2, 2021 18:28:30 GMT -7
Up and down her leg bounced as she scanned the email sent to her phone. She grinned around the straw between her lips as she scrolled down the message. Just moments before she’d been sitting at the bar, idly playing with her drink by dunking the straw against the ice and knowing she’d need to consume it before the ice melted. Her phone was sitting on the bar, having been set aside for the drink and to take a break from the headache the conversation with her podcast producer was causing her. She had no want to recount that right now so she’d ordered the drink that she’d been stirring.
She’d just wanted to forget, relax a moment.
Then her phone had vibrated.
At first, Anna considered not giving into the curiosity. It was probably no more than her producer further debating her latest episode with her. Or scolding her for drinking when she was also supposed to be taking her antipsychotics. Her blood, however, hadn’t been cooled with a sip of the drink, so she snatched it up and unlocked it. It wasn’t a message from Evan, though.
“Does the world know your secret?”
She pressed play on the video attached to the email, a racy little video she’d sent sometime ago to a boyfriend of herself. The music and television of the establishment drowned out the words and noises. What it didn’t drown was her own reaction.
She leaned on her other hand as she sipped her drink. Her chest was dancing like it was filled with butterflies. Her eyes scanned over the riddle and the challenge. It was only then that she looked up as other patrons had pulled out their own phones. She took in the pale faces of the scared, the mottled ones of the furious. She watched some rush from the bar, even, grabbing coats.
There were even couples who had begun fighting.
She put money down on the counter and stood up herself. Her demeanor, however, wasn't one of shock or anger. She pulled on her jacket and then slung her purse over her shoulder before she walked out of the bar and towards her motorcycle.
She tapped away on her phone after she’d zipped up her jacket and gotten astride.
Are little blackmails all you can do? You found a sext vid on me? Oh no, please, Mr. Riddler, don’t reveal my healthy sex life! ;p Just kidding. You want to fill the airways with this? Fine. How boring, though.
I do wonder what the world knows about you? Bet I could find out. Mind if I keep the email you sent me? Backtrack it maybe? Counter-hack you?
Let’s see your secrets.
Sincerely,
Lethe
She sent this email to another email.
This she’d encrypt herself and then send back to the sender from her own computer. A computer set-up to hack and counter-hack; a computer she'd built herself without the use of Wayne Tech. It had been hard, back breaking work, but it was her child. A child fortified against attacks like the one she'd suffered on her phone. That sext? Nothing to compared to the files here. This Riddler had awakened a beast. She loved challenges. She wouldn't go giving herself away, though. That'd defeat the purpose of this game.
So maybe she’d need to work remotely from the studio for the next few days? So the Riddler probably sent his taunt from a burner email address? She'd definitely be doing the latter.
She got to work, combing through the email data to follow it back to the source and unleash her own counterattack.
She’d just wanted to forget, relax a moment.
Then her phone had vibrated.
At first, Anna considered not giving into the curiosity. It was probably no more than her producer further debating her latest episode with her. Or scolding her for drinking when she was also supposed to be taking her antipsychotics. Her blood, however, hadn’t been cooled with a sip of the drink, so she snatched it up and unlocked it. It wasn’t a message from Evan, though.
“Does the world know your secret?”
She pressed play on the video attached to the email, a racy little video she’d sent sometime ago to a boyfriend of herself. The music and television of the establishment drowned out the words and noises. What it didn’t drown was her own reaction.
She leaned on her other hand as she sipped her drink. Her chest was dancing like it was filled with butterflies. Her eyes scanned over the riddle and the challenge. It was only then that she looked up as other patrons had pulled out their own phones. She took in the pale faces of the scared, the mottled ones of the furious. She watched some rush from the bar, even, grabbing coats.
There were even couples who had begun fighting.
She put money down on the counter and stood up herself. Her demeanor, however, wasn't one of shock or anger. She pulled on her jacket and then slung her purse over her shoulder before she walked out of the bar and towards her motorcycle.
She tapped away on her phone after she’d zipped up her jacket and gotten astride.
Are little blackmails all you can do? You found a sext vid on me? Oh no, please, Mr. Riddler, don’t reveal my healthy sex life! ;p Just kidding. You want to fill the airways with this? Fine. How boring, though.
I do wonder what the world knows about you? Bet I could find out. Mind if I keep the email you sent me? Backtrack it maybe? Counter-hack you?
Let’s see your secrets.
Sincerely,
Lethe
She sent this email to another email.
This she’d encrypt herself and then send back to the sender from her own computer. A computer set-up to hack and counter-hack; a computer she'd built herself without the use of Wayne Tech. It had been hard, back breaking work, but it was her child. A child fortified against attacks like the one she'd suffered on her phone. That sext? Nothing to compared to the files here. This Riddler had awakened a beast. She loved challenges. She wouldn't go giving herself away, though. That'd defeat the purpose of this game.
So maybe she’d need to work remotely from the studio for the next few days? So the Riddler probably sent his taunt from a burner email address? She'd definitely be doing the latter.
She got to work, combing through the email data to follow it back to the source and unleash her own counterattack.