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“Go with the brutal attack. Fire up Ncrack and attack the SSH. That will be your entry point.”
She waits silently while I follow her instructions word for word.
Within half an hour, I have all the pieces arranged in front of me - parts of code, command lines, IPs.
I enter them into the computer and wait as the screen flickers and then turns blue.
“Give it time,” I say, not knowing what to do. “Please, give it time.” There’s so much at stake if I fail now. My safety, and perhaps life, rests on getting those route files for Redneck at my heels.
“Yes,” I whisper shakily. “Yes.”
She cuts the call.
Once I’m in, I start my deep search through the file system and all the directories, trying to find anything that may interest me.
I’m blown away by how much information is stored in Felix’s computer and confused. Look for a sign.
Then, I see it. Images of graphs. Geographical graphs. That has to be it!
My heart is racing now as adrenaline courses through my veins. Taking a USB stick from my pocket, I start downloading Felix’s most important files onto it.
As soon as that is done, I pull out an extra memory card from my bag and copy them onto there, too — just in case anything goes wrong with the first storage device.
Now that both copies are safe on backup devices, they’re ready for me to take away with me when I make my escape — which won’t be long now...
Except, I come across a photograph. Felix, laughing amidst a group of children. Who were these kids?
If photos could speak, I’d ask them so many questions. But alas, they do not.
The kids look ... like they come from backgrounds different than ours. Their clothes are dirty, some with rags in them.
They look impoverished. What was Felix’s role in this? Then I find receipts. Donations to orphanages. Large amounts beyond my comprehension.
My dynamic with Felix is getting more and more complicated. The more I get to know him, the less I want to hurt him.
Am I hurting him if I go through with this?
Yes.
What other option do I have?
"Hai sempre delle opzioni, Rosalia," my mother used to say to me.
You always have options.
But in this case, with Redneck George in on my secret getaway, do I still have an option? What would that even look like?
I sigh and flick the USB stick through my fingers, over and over and over again, lost in thought.
I could run away again and go to a different state entirely. Find a new passport, maybe leave the country.
I could join Incognito, find out where they are, and hideout somewhere with some of those girls.
After all, there’s always rule number three - once you’re in, you’re always in.
That’s it. I’ve decided. Doing the right thing is always harder, but it’s the right thing.
Felix Carlisi has been nothing less than a gentleman to me.
