Wham.

‘Another guy down’ muttered whitewatcher, the extraordinary criminal hacker. Her white hoodie zip was open, making the sides of the open hoodie fly as she jumped over the net barricade. Her tied hair was not restricted in the net. She ran till she saw a corner, not looking back till she turned into the corner.

Pant. Pant. Pant.

She put her right hand on her ear, the remote control of the drones were embedded into the button-like piercings on her ear.

‘Stop her!’ A man’s yell grew closer.

‘She’s right inside that corner!’

Three men in casual clothing ran into the corner. They looked left and right. Nothing.

‘LOOK UP!!’

‘Huh?!’ The men looked up. Whitewatcher was hanging onto one of her drones with one hand, her other hand holding a button.

Before they realized what was happening, it was too late, she clicked the button.

BOOM.

The entire place was filled with smoke, as the drone flew away with Whitewatcher hanging onto it and when the smoke cleared, there was nothing to see but for the bleeding dead bodies of the men in the area.

She dropped onto the roof of a skyscraper. She walked a little forward and paused in front of a wall. Her body was scanned and a door emerged from the wall. One of her hideouts.

‘That was hard.’ She said as she sat down on her fluffy bed. Resting her back against the wall, she took her phone out of her jacket.

Snap.

Another mission completed. How was it guys?

She typed under the picture she took.

She was a star on the Criminal social media. Crooks. An app that was made exclusively for criminals; both big and upcoming ones. Whitewatcher had taken over largely, since she first opened a page two years ago, when she started her criminal acts.

As Whitewatcher, she was a criminal hacker, her signature white hoodie, with a horizontally stripped black and white shirt under. A black mask, and black round glasses, showing no part of her face. She had piercings which were remotes of her personally made machines, making it easier for her to control them. Her black shoes, were also machines made by herself. All her uniqueness made her to be recognized easily as all criminals had role models.

She took off her mask with her left hand as she took a usb from her jacket with her left hand. She lay down.

Sigh. ‘This should be another clue, hopefully...’

Underneath the mask, was 17 year old June, June Dunn, a normal girl with a fairly normal life, well, not fully normal as all girls were. She had no family.

June Dunn. She has a round face with a pointed chin, pale skin, her sparkling black eyes were something that were common, but on her it made it unique. Her peach lips were pretty, making her smile one to behold at.

She loosened the hair tie on her shoulder length caramel brown hair. Her already open hoodie sank to her sides. She looked at the time.

23.54.

She smiled. She still had time to sleep. She got up, scooted over to the mini desk in front of her, as this hideout was a small one.

The skyscraper belonged to a friend, Tracy Mitch, the only person who knew her as June Dunn, the girl trying to live a normal life. June had been the one insisting on making her hideout and not taking an apartment to stay in. She valued their friendship as she only had her as her only friend.

The hideout was fairly small, enough to stretch and sleep, as that was the only thing she needed. Though Tracy had given her an apartment for her to have a place in the name of June Dunn, that place was only for show or the direction she’d give to the pizza delivery guy to deliver to. She had a connection to the apartment from the hideout too.

Of course, the hideout she took roughly a year to build should have everything.

The blue disco lights she had were enough for her to see, her laptop placed on the mini desk in front of her. There was a small picture frame of a little girl with a dark blonde man, both were smiling in the photo, the man’s hand wrapped around her as the little girl grinned with all her strength.

As June sat in front of the desk, opening her laptop, her eyes glanced over at the photo.

Dad...I promise to avenge you.

She closed her eyes for a few seconds before inserting the usb into the laptop. It was blocked, but the almighty Whitewatcher’s hacking skills were enough to decode any piece of information that was locked in the drive,

After a few minutes of clicking and securing her laptop and any potential hackers, she finally secured the information hidden on the drive.

An audio message. A security camera video was attached to it. A typed file.

It seemed they had everything documented about whatever happened in this event.

She opened the file first. A file of two pages, just showing the briefing of a meeting between two organizations. However, the people present were not up to five, apart from the person who put together this file, it seemed the conversation was between two people.

There was a continuous mention of a name.

Blackpitcher.

It sounded familiar to her, but she couldn’t put her finger on where she heard it from. She wrote it down in her journal, Blackpitcher. As she circled the name. She thought hard. It meant she had to investigate that too.

She glanced up at the remaining files. Her childish heart cried out. No more sleep.

She had to get this done so she could go out and search on the information she gets and not checking this instead.

She stretched her intertwined arms forward.

Let’s get this done.

She opened the video. Two men sat on a round table facing each other, one was facing the camera, allowing his face to be seen much clearer than the other one, whose back was facing the camera, restricting June from seeing his face. Another man stood beside the man who’s back was facing the camera.