“Yeah. Can’t say I designed it, but I’ve tweaked it,” Cipher said.
“How does it work? Can it be tracked?” Wisecrack demanded. My agony had to be hurting him. Slowly, I reached out, and took his hand, and placed it on my shoulder. I was as tense as fuck, but Wisecrack needed to relieve my pain and his own.
“It’s a clever fuckin’ thing. It infiltrates the target’s systems and goes through them. The programme has literally been taught every crime possible and what to search for as evidence. This was someone’s labour of love. Money laundering, porn, theft, blackmail, hacking accounts—if it can be classed as cybercrime,this software looks for markers.
“It correlates all data into a package and then delivers anonymously to the cops. After twelve hours, it spews the information over social media and relevant websites. It then goes on to blow up on their work computers. There’s no escaping it unless I turn it off,” Cipher explained.
“That’s dangerous as fuck,” Warden muttered.
“Our own systems are safe. I’ve added patches and safeguards. If anything with similar coding comes near us, I’ll be alerted.”
“Where did it come from?” Slasher asked.
“There’s one person above me in hacking. Dude doesn’t have a name, just known asNobody. Don’t even know if they’re male or female; this was their programme.”
That was interesting, but it didn’t soothe my urge to kill somebody. “I need to punch something.”
Cipher grinned. “How about a rape factory?”
“What?” I gasped.
“Your footage was on a rape website. You have to upload name, address, and credit card details. There’re videos customers can buy to watch, such as yours. There’s live viewings they can purchase, too, of victims being raped at a certain time daily. Different women of all ages. Men and young boys are victims. There’s a catalogue where you can order a victim and determine what happens.”
“Jesus Christ!” I exploded. “How sick are these fucks?”
“Very. Again, I’ve got the details of those who’veordered them. They’re being exposed first. Then I’ll move on to the ones who’ve watched live viewings. I’ve got the address to shut this down,” Cipher said.
“Give it to me and call the club. We ride tonight before another innocent is harmed.”
“There’s a small amount of snuff films.” Cipher dropped the hammer blow. “Those fetch a lot of money and are also live. One is scheduled for midnight.”
Warden ran a hand over his face. “Evil never stops.”
While Warden gathered the club, I didn’t wait and slipped out. I’d not be noticed for an hour because everyone had to arrive. I roared down the roads in a rush and sped when I could get away with it. These fuckers would die at my hands. They were heading for a world of excruciating pain, and I was going to inflict it. Hate welled in my heart, so much that I thought it would burst from the emotion.
Every time I tried to move on, something happened.
Unsurprisingly, the rape factory was in an old warehouse that had basement storage. That’s where everything was happening. Underground, where not even the sun could offer hope. I knew how the lack of light affected someone, because the days bled into one and you’d no idea how long you’d been there. It leached life from you.
From a short distance away, I stopped and studied the warehouse. It was pretty sturdy. By the time I finished, it wouldn’t be. Not bothering to hide, I rode down to the gates and flung them open. Harley roaring, I parked up.
The air was crackling as I accessed my powers. Alert to anything, I stormed towards a door. Two hulking guys came out, and I stared impassively at them.
“You’ve made a mistake coming here.” One smirked.
“She’s fuckin’ pretty,” the second stated
“Yeah, I recognise this bitch. She’s the biker who got rammed. God, she took some dick; looks like she wants seconds,” the first said.
They stepped forward, and I smiled coldly. I started small, breaking their toes. They fell to the ground, yelping. Fingers were next. I snapped each one at its joints, the same as the toes. Then I worked my way up their arms and down the spine. The fuckers couldn’t move by the time I finished. I unhinged their jaws and then broke ribs and leg bones.
I felt Romeo at my back. Guessed I hadn’t gotten away clean. “Keep them aware. I want them to know what agony is.”
The whole thing took ten minutes. I caught sight of a shimmering blue shield and realised Noble was here, locking in the perpetrators. Nice.
“Dynamo,” Romeo warned. “Be careful.”
I worked my way through the warehouse, takingout twelve more men before heading down. There, I walked along a dark corridor full of cells with people inside. I melted the insides of four prison guards, making them scream.
