No Villain To His Minions

wolframdioxide

Amateur author. Mainly focussed on science fiction and urban fantasy.


The Old Man, holding his gaze on the computer screen, raised his hand and curled his finger. Come.

Vargas didn't need to be told twice, but he hesitated nonetheless. Is this a trap? he wondered.

He steeled his nerves and brought forth the briefcase. "We... er, we were..."

The Old Man chuckled softly. "Yes, I heard. It's quite alright. Come on, hand it over."

His hands moved of their own volition. The old man took the briefcase, opened it, and wired the box to his laptop. A moment of scrolling text-

The Old Man cackled briefly and closed his laptop. "Yes. Yes, this is it!" He stuck out his hand. "Thank you!" Vargas took it, wincing as his hand was crushed. The Old Man released his grip and began to pack up.

"What, this is it?" said Vargas.

The Old Man turned back and said, "Yes, what were you expecting?" He read the answer off Vargas's face. "What, did you think I was going to kill you? What do you think I am, a villain?"

Vargas shook his head and walked away. Life is full of surprises, he thought.


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ElshaHawk LoA

ElshaHawk LoA

The old man hacker character in the baseball bleachers, just out there in the open making people nervous and casually walking off is a great character.

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