Chapter 138: Shortest Interruption
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'Who is this...'
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he picked up his phone. He usually liked to put his phone on silent when he came here and only kept notifications on for a select few. This time he had forgot to do it and the vibration from his phone broke his concentration. The first guess for the mystery sender was Xi Long to check up on him, he didn't have many personal contacts and this was his private phone. He had a work one as well but had left it at home on his bedside table.
However, to his surprise it was an unknown number. Just a string of numbers he did not recognize, the text message was even more unclear as it read -"the pigs are flying." Just from a first look he felt like they had gotten the wrong number or were on drugs. However, neither answer was confirmed and it made him uncomfortable to receive this out of the blue. He knew that there was an old saying "when pigs fly" and it was usually used in a sarcastic manner. It was synonymous with the saying "when a fat lady sings" to joke about the impossible.
Yet, this message was an edited version implying a "possible" to the impossible. He had a feeling it was a code but what that code meant was the question. Staring at the phone for a couple of more seconds, he placed it down on his table and moved towards his free computer. Plugging in a couple of codes he quickly logged into his interface and pulled up his black registry.
It was a system that he had personally created years ago that was linked to their municipal government. The tracking of it was unique in that every time a registry was created or a person gained citizenship their information would be directly added to his database. With their names, came their address, phone number, and any other information they provided. This helped their searches and any time they needed to look up anything in general.
In the dialogue box he inputted the number he saw on his phone. '1-908-757-9009....now let me see who you are.'
The frown on his face only deepened when he saw the identity that appeared in front of him. It was the image of an eighty year old man who lived 140 meters away from their base. Not including his distance, nothing about this man screamed danger or relation to them. He owned a flower shop, no kids but a wife that had passed on two years back. Makes a decent salary and has been residing there for years with no criminal history. It calmed his mind when the profile was boring as this, it wasn't often that weird texts end up this positive. Regardless, he placed a bookmark on the profile just in case. Even if there was nothing to worry about, being cautious was always a good habit.
Going back to his phone he clicked the new conversation and deleted the message from his inbox. It was the shortest interruption and he was thankful to get back to his work. Remembering to put the phone on silent, he tested it a couple of times to be sure there would be no further distractions. With that settled, he went back to his computer and exited out of the database.
With the basic notes he had written he could start coding in the simple parameters and build from there. This was the tedious part of his search that he disliked doing, with coding even a comma could ruin the entire operation. Especially since he was coding this from scratch, there was a lot of work to do and at minimum forty minutes of his time.
'Let's do this Zhuang Wei, one code and we're closer to unveiling her mystery.'
Cracking his knuckles he stretched out his fingers before beginning his code. His fingers began typing quickly onto the keyboard, each line appearing on the black screen in blue script. He started with inputting the basic structure with the tracking system in the forefront. The tracking portion was the easiest part to code, the redirection of information and gathering of the information was the harder.
He had to code in that all information that matches his parameters would be automatically placed in a folder. It would be at different degrees where if one or two of the parameters matched they would be low level. When half of the parameters were found then it would be placed in medium level and placed in the folder accordingly. Anything that matched all of his parameters, which he doubted would happen often, would immediately notify him.
This system was a long term security to ensure that any future news involving 'Valentina' would be known to them. Hopefully when he ran the code, any past information would also be analyzed by the system. He wouldn't depend on this system completely, after coding this he planned on researching her personally.
Maybe if he played with variations of her name and physical characteristics he would be able to find something of substance. While he was typing in these codes his mind slightly wandered as he tried to remember the last time he had done such a thing. Things have been peaceful for a while and he knew there was trouble brewing under the covers. They had done a lot of work to cover their bases and establish a position that could not be easily shook. Though enemies never took a rest, a vacation or a weekend at minimum was preferable.
Focusing back on the code, he spent the next thirty minutes creating and finishing up his code. When he reached his final line there was a wave of happiness and satisfaction at completing it. All he had to do was click enter and everything would run as he had expected, his finger pressed lightly against the key. It triggered the code and it started to run successfully.
Just as the information was about to be collected he saw a change on his screen. The codes started to self-delete and move in an erratic patter. His eyes widened and his fingers immediately jumped back onto the keys to combat the attack his computer was facing.
'What the f*ck is going on?!?'
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'Who is this...'
His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he picked up his phone. He usually liked to put his phone on silent when he came here and only kept notifications on for a select few. This time he had forgot to do it and the vibration from his phone broke his concentration. The first guess for the mystery sender was Xi Long to check up on him, he didn't have many personal contacts and this was his private phone. He had a work one as well but had left it at home on his bedside table.
However, to his surprise it was an unknown number. Just a string of numbers he did not recognize, the text message was even more unclear as it read -"the pigs are flying." Just from a first look he felt like they had gotten the wrong number or were on drugs. However, neither answer was confirmed and it made him uncomfortable to receive this out of the blue. He knew that there was an old saying "when pigs fly" and it was usually used in a sarcastic manner. It was synonymous with the saying "when a fat lady sings" to joke about the impossible.
Yet, this message was an edited version implying a "possible" to the impossible. He had a feeling it was a code but what that code meant was the question. Staring at the phone for a couple of more seconds, he placed it down on his table and moved towards his free computer. Plugging in a couple of codes he quickly logged into his interface and pulled up his black registry.
It was a system that he had personally created years ago that was linked to their municipal government. The tracking of it was unique in that every time a registry was created or a person gained citizenship their information would be directly added to his database. With their names, came their address, phone number, and any other information they provided. This helped their searches and any time they needed to look up anything in general.
In the dialogue box he inputted the number he saw on his phone. '1-908-757-9009....now let me see who you are.'
The frown on his face only deepened when he saw the identity that appeared in front of him. It was the image of an eighty year old man who lived 140 meters away from their base. Not including his distance, nothing about this man screamed danger or relation to them. He owned a flower shop, no kids but a wife that had passed on two years back. Makes a decent salary and has been residing there for years with no criminal history. It calmed his mind when the profile was boring as this, it wasn't often that weird texts end up this positive. Regardless, he placed a bookmark on the profile just in case. Even if there was nothing to worry about, being cautious was always a good habit.
Going back to his phone he clicked the new conversation and deleted the message from his inbox. It was the shortest interruption and he was thankful to get back to his work. Remembering to put the phone on silent, he tested it a couple of times to be sure there would be no further distractions. With that settled, he went back to his computer and exited out of the database.
With the basic notes he had written he could start coding in the simple parameters and build from there. This was the tedious part of his search that he disliked doing, with coding even a comma could ruin the entire operation. Especially since he was coding this from scratch, there was a lot of work to do and at minimum forty minutes of his time.
'Let's do this Zhuang Wei, one code and we're closer to unveiling her mystery.'
Cracking his knuckles he stretched out his fingers before beginning his code. His fingers began typing quickly onto the keyboard, each line appearing on the black screen in blue script. He started with inputting the basic structure with the tracking system in the forefront. The tracking portion was the easiest part to code, the redirection of information and gathering of the information was the harder.
He had to code in that all information that matches his parameters would be automatically placed in a folder. It would be at different degrees where if one or two of the parameters matched they would be low level. When half of the parameters were found then it would be placed in medium level and placed in the folder accordingly. Anything that matched all of his parameters, which he doubted would happen often, would immediately notify him.
This system was a long term security to ensure that any future news involving 'Valentina' would be known to them. Hopefully when he ran the code, any past information would also be analyzed by the system. He wouldn't depend on this system completely, after coding this he planned on researching her personally.
Maybe if he played with variations of her name and physical characteristics he would be able to find something of substance. While he was typing in these codes his mind slightly wandered as he tried to remember the last time he had done such a thing. Things have been peaceful for a while and he knew there was trouble brewing under the covers. They had done a lot of work to cover their bases and establish a position that could not be easily shook. Though enemies never took a rest, a vacation or a weekend at minimum was preferable.
Focusing back on the code, he spent the next thirty minutes creating and finishing up his code. When he reached his final line there was a wave of happiness and satisfaction at completing it. All he had to do was click enter and everything would run as he had expected, his finger pressed lightly against the key. It triggered the code and it started to run successfully.
Just as the information was about to be collected he saw a change on his screen. The codes started to self-delete and move in an erratic patter. His eyes widened and his fingers immediately jumped back onto the keys to combat the attack his computer was facing.
'What the f*ck is going on?!?'
'Who is this...' His eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he picked up his phone. He usually liked to put his phone on silent when he came here and only kept notifications on for a select few. This time he had forgot to do it and the vibration from his phone broke his concentration. The first guess for the mystery sender was Xi Long to check up on him, he didn't have many personal contacts and this was his private phone. He had a work one as well but had left it at home on his bedside table. However, to his surprise it was an unknown number. Just a string of numbers he did not recognize, the text message was even more unclear as it read -"the pigs are flying." Just from a first look he felt like they had gotten the wrong number or were on drugs. However, neither answer was confirmed and it made him uncomfortable to receive this out of the blue. He knew that there was an old saying "when pigs fly" and it was usually used in a sarcastic manner. It was synonymous with the saying "when a fat lady sings" to joke about the impossible. Yet, this message was an edited version implying a "possible" to the impossible. He had a feeling it was a code but what that code meant was the question. Staring at the phone for a couple of more seconds, he placed it down on his table and moved towards his free computer. Plugging in a couple of codes he quickly logged into his interface and pulled up his black registry. It was a system that he had personally created years ago that was linked to their municipal government. The tracking of it was unique in that every time a registry was created or a person gained citizenship their information would be directly added to his database. With their names, came their address, phone number, and any other information they provided. This helped their searches and any time they needed to look up anything in general. In the dialogue box he inputted the number he saw on his phone. '1-908-757-9009....now let me see who you are.' The frown on his face only deepened when he saw the identity that appeared in front of him. It was the image of an eighty year old man who lived 140 meters away from their base. Not including his distance, nothing about this man screamed danger or relation to them. He owned a flower shop, no kids but a wife that had passed on two years back. Makes a decent salary and has been residing there for years with no criminal history. It calmed his mind when the profile was boring as this, it wasn't often that weird texts end up this positive. Regardless, he placed a bookmark on the profile just in case. Even if there was nothing to worry about, being cautious was always a good habit. Going back to his phone he clicked the new conversation and deleted the message from his inbox. It was the shortest interruption and he was thankful to get back to his work. Remembering to put the phone on silent, he tested it a couple of times to be sure there would be no further distractions. With that settled, he went back to his computer and exited out of the database. With the basic notes he had written he could start coding in the simple parameters and build from there. This was the tedious part of his search that he disliked doing, with coding even a comma could ruin the entire operation. Especially since he was coding this from scratch, there was a lot of work to do and at minimum forty minutes of his time. 'Let's do this Zhuang Wei, one code and we're closer to unveiling her mystery.' Cracking his knuckles he stretched out his fingers before beginning his code. His fingers began typing quickly onto the keyboard, each line appearing on the black screen in blue script. He started with inputting the basic structure with the tracking system in the forefront. The tracking portion was the easiest part to code, the redirection of information and gathering of the information was the harder. He had to code in that all information that matches his parameters would be automatically placed in a folder. It would be at different degrees where if one or two of the parameters matched they would be low level. When half of the parameters were found then it would be placed in medium level and placed in the folder accordingly. Anything that matched all of his parameters, which he doubted would happen often, would immediately notify him. This system was a long term security to ensure that any future news involving 'Valentina' would be known to them. Hopefully when he ran the code, any past information would also be analyzed by the system. He wouldn't depend on this system completely, after coding this he planned on researching her personally. Maybe if he played with variations of her name and physical characteristics he would be able to find something of substance. While he was typing in these codes his mind slightly wandered as he tried to remember the last time he had done such a thing. Things have been peaceful for a while and he knew there was trouble brewing under the covers. They had done a lot of work to cover their bases and establish a position that could not be easily shook. Though enemies never took a rest, a vacation or a weekend at minimum was preferable. Focusing back on the code, he spent the next thirty minutes creating and finishing up his code. When he reached his final line there was a wave of happiness and satisfaction at completing it. All he had to do was click enter and everything would run as he had expected, his finger pressed lightly against the key. It triggered the code and it started to run successfully. Just as the information was about to be collected he saw a change on his screen. The codes started to self-delete and move in an erratic patter. His eyes widened and his fingers immediately jumped back onto the keys to combat the attack his computer was facing. 'What the f*ck is going on?!?'
