Fingertips moved over the keyboard in front of her without watching where her fingers moved. Instead those black eyes where focused on one of the four computer screens in front of her. They watched the scrolling words and the hundred's of lines of code appearing to the side of the scrolling box. It wasn't as hard as it should be. Which was to say it might wildly backfire but Hawaii's Department of Transporation was nothing like the military's computer defense set up. Nope not at all, it did take a good four hours of straight code breaking to finally get access within, oh but it was so worth it.
Leaning back she grabbed her zip drive from her side table and then arched forward to slid it into the processor before she hit the enter button. The small saving screen scrolled across the bottom of the left side monitors. Here she watched the information get saved. Everything from birth records, social security number, Credit score, everything. Eyes turned up to the top screen shutting down that link carefully. Having to pull it apart and put it back together carefully as not to trigger a influtration on the DOT side.
The link was finally severed and she was able to remove the zip drive. Turning in her wheelie chair she inserted the zip into the side of her laptop, loading the files on to it before openning them. A quick read as she smirked faintly. "You should never ever ever trust credit cards Andrea." How simple it was, Idenity Theft. It was the most popular crime in the world at the moment and one even Nori could do with her eyes closed. The only thing you had to make sure was that when you fucked that person, you didn't get fucked in the end and get sloppy.
A new set of links, connections really, with the mass of terminals all over Hawaii it was really no way of tracking down her IP address, seeing as how she blended them in with the rest of the wireless address out there from the big hotels. For hours she sat at her computer pausing only to smoke or get something to eat and by the time she was done. Every single one of Andrea's credit cards where maxed out within seconds. Ordering of all sorts of things, delivering them to random address's from the white pages. Yup. Idenity theft was a bitch, and so was Nori. But this was just minimal pay back for the busted nose and now the two black eyes that stared at the computer screen.
There was no holding back this devious little jap bitch, no, she kept going. Marking her car for pick up, as in reposession bitch!! These were the easy things, things that would probably piss her off to no end. But the real coup-de-grace was that below all of this she was creating false ads in the local papers for singles only. Adding in her number, her full name, all sorts of dastardly things she liked to do to people, at least things that Nori felt would be amusing about it. It took her nearly a full day of doing this before she retraced each step. Making sure she had not left a single iota of evidence of her passing. After all, this was what the military had trained her for.
Poor little Andrea, she didn't know what pile of shit she had just stepped in.
Andrea works on the weekends. Well not always but this was before her trip to one of the other main islands and there was still alot to be done and to double and triple check that everything goes down without a glitch. So when the phone rang she thought nothing of it. Either was going to be Janet or Lilian or Juran for no one else really calls her at the office.
"Andrea Dismore's Office, Andrea speaking..............What? Can you repeat that again?"
The representative on the other end was with Discover Platinum(c) Coportate Card Services and she spoke on Andrea's acoount showing suspicious activity of which completely maxed out 125,000. Which was impossible since Andrea just got the card two days ago from Lillian. She was on the phone for an half an hour going over this theft paperwork that she was going to be sent to and would need to fill out. So after hanging up with her, American Express, Chase Gold, American Express Black, Visa Platinum and two others all called her and the same thing was noted. Suspicious to them all for Andrea had these cards for years and to max all, was just not normal activity. A grand total of 750,000 was maxed and she was to file reports for all. Bombbarded with paperwork and only AE Black and Chase Gold were reissuing cards, the rest were closed and depending on the out come of the cases filed and what the Board of each card services decide will new accounts and cards sent. This all has her riled up and concerned over her credit report. She was offered or suggested highly by every company to seek Legal services.
This was a nightmare and a major one because someone was playing a very very bad game. Grabbing her purse as she headed downstairs and her cell phone rang. A number she did not recognize was shown and that should have been the indicator to not answer but she did.
She was pissed. Looking behind her for the Candid Camera crew or Ashton to come out for someone Punk'ing her but when she was heading to her car she saw a flat bed trailer loading it. She ended the call to Lillian without saying Hello.
"Hey! That's my car! Get it off there!!"
Fat ass dirty hawaiian guy thought other wise, shoving a pink slip her way. "I got the slip here that says otherwise." He was heading in his car when Andrea was looking it over and ran to his window that was rolled down "This car is a mint reconditioned classic that I paid completely for and have no outstanding loan on."
He stared at her. "The Auction is on the date listed then I suggest you be there early then." He drove off with her Baby and she was on the verge of some serious tears, speed dialing Juran and goddamn this was a day from hell.
"Babe? I need a ride home, I'm at the office can you come get me?..." in a hiccuping sobbing voice.
Laughing, Juran was just finishing up placing a muffler at the back of the honda accord, when his phone started to vibrate in his jeans' pocket, which happens to be under his coveralls, damn. Sliding out, he calls over Lance, who comes to finish the job, moving for the rag at the back of his coveralls, pulling it out and wiping his hands clean on them, then unzipping the front of his coveralls, a mechanics best friend and he clicks it on, then sets it between his ear and shoulder.
"Hello. Andrea... wait, what's wrong?" He listens to her and sighs, saying he will be right there. Moving to his boss' office and he knocks on the door frame.
"Tess, I need to head out and pick up my fiancee. Lance is finishing up the muffler job and I will start on the Jag tomorrow."
"That's fine, Juran good work. I will see you next week, I am going out of town for the next few days." She smiles and flips her brown hair, which falls mid-back over her shoulder. An attractive woman, most did not believe she owned and ran one of the most well-known shops around. She turns back to her computer, clicking away at the keys.
"Have a good night."
"You too, thanks again. Enjoy your trip." He then turns with a smile and moves to get cleaned up, he will have to shower when he and Andrea get home, one happens to be at the shop, just incase. He then removes his coveralls, wishes the others a goodnight and is gone moving to his car.
The familiar chirp of it's alarm and he slides into it, buckling his belt and starting her up, then pulling out of the employee's lot and goes to get Andrea. His blue tooth is slipped over his ear and he dials Andrea at a red light, cell connected to the dash.
Ring ring "Andrea, what happened? " She can hear the concern in his voice as he continues on his way to her.
"Thanks Babe. I love you." She hangs up and moves to sit at the curb and just sob. She is going to lose everything, her title, job, credit. Least she had a way to get the car back. She had no outstanding lean and holds the title to her car. So one stop at the DMV and a notorize slip of paper and she is good to getting it back. Wish it was that easy for the $875,000 that she is going to end up having to pay. Cell was ringing and her eyes were being wiped with the back of her hand.
"Hello"
"Is this Andrea?"
"Yes, but who is this?"
"I'm Daniel and I am answering your Ad in the paper."
"What Ad? I didn't place an Ad."
"I have it right here,........" He went to read off the Ad and her ears and cheeks were flaming red. They even placed her real name and cellular number. She was beyond livid.
"I'm sorry Daniel is it? That position has already been filled." Clicking the call to end. Another call was coming in and Thank God! it was Juran. Tears streamed down again.
"Someone decided to play a sick Twilight Zone day on me. All my credit cards including the Corporate one are max'd out at a grand total of Eight hundred and seventy five thousand. My car which you know is paid for was repo'd and will be Auctioned off on Wednesday at Noon. Plus on top of that a Ad was placed in the singles column with my full name and phone number."She was going to puke she just knew it. It was a sick dream that wasn't one but a reality.
He listens to her, feeling his anger brim to the top and feel about to explode, he can only think of one person who would do such a thing, but how did she manage it? How did she even know all about Andrea...
"I am almost there, it will be okay." The credit cards will be easy to handle, due to they were sent to different addresses, that if you cannot confirm the address to the one that is on the credit card and things are sent to other parties, then the purchases are fraud.
He pulls up shortly where she is and she is so forlorn, he frowns and she would know by the sound and look of his car's paint without him having to honk. He leans over and opens her door, so she can get in. Then he puts his car in gear once she is buckled in, moving to pull away and into traffic, signaling.
Turning to look at her as he drives, alternating road and Andrea. "Now, the credit cards we can take care of, they do have very high anti-theft security, no matter what. The ad.... well, we need to change some things and make you as unpublic as possible...." He reaches over, once the gearshift in fourth and he touches his hand to her knee, giving it a reasuring squeeze.
Knowing his car by sound, she stood from the curb and slipped in the car. Shutting the door and belted up she was silent for a long time. Before she spoke at the next redlight and took ahold of his hand.
"Next block stop at Sprint. I need to change my unlisted cellular number to another one. And speak to the Manager."
She was pissed off beyond belief and she wanted her fucking car back. It was a mint condition classic. God forbid they place one fucking dent or scratch.
"I will be going to the DMV tomorrow to straighten out the ordeal with my car. Who ever did this is going to get karma to kick their ass three fold."
He squeezes her hand lightly, then lifts it to kiss the back of her hand. Pulling up not long after to the very Sprint store that she has specified.
"We will get this straightened out. I will help you." He moves to turn off his car, slip key from the ignition and then unbuckle his belt, moving to slip from his car and around to open her door and help her out. Then move to the store with her.
"Of course, it is the old saying, do unto others as you would have them do unto you." He is not a religious man, but that is one saying to which others should all abide by. He smiles to her, that lopsided grin and leans to kiss her cheek, lips warm and soft to her skin.
"It will be okay, let's take it a step at a time. You called up all the credit companies, right?"
Hand was squeezed back and the kiss was returned to him. Yes one step at a time and yes this person was going to get what is coming to them in the end. She was pissed beyond belief and wants to completely go home and curl into Juran's warmth to forget this whole mess.
"The credit card companies called me at work before I even know anything was going on. I haven't used my cards in awhile and when I do, I pay off what I charge to begin with so they were suspicious from the get go."
Entering in with him and immediately asked for a private area to talk and get this taken care of. Within 10 minutes she had a new number and it was unlisted and anti-theft proof for anyone to get it. Next, she needed to get in touch with a Lawyer.
He walks inside with her, holding the front door for and then moving to the front desk. He lets her go speak to the manager, looking over the phones and chatting idly with the clerk. He smiles and the girl who looks about twenty, swap stories about phones and disasters, he telling her how one time his own fell down a sewer and it was not easy to get up, not as easy as with a wire hanger and keys.
Andrea emerges with the manager, who is happy she remains with them, but not happy to hear of some theft. He immediately goes to start making some calls.
"How did it go?" He asks as they move to the door, he holds it open again for her and they move out and then to his car, the usual ritual, door opened for her, then he moving to his own side. Sliding into the car and he turns to her, before buckling up or starting his car up.