Dreimond

The hacker looked out over the sea of data flashing on the screen as he sat quietly in the corner of the dark, dank apartment. The lime green text flooded the entire surface of the flat panel monitor and reflected in the lens of his small wireframe glasses. Small beads of sweat began to travel down his face tracing the contours of his gaunt features.        With a shaking hand the hacker wiped his brow and ran his fingers through his long sandy hair. "Just a few more steps before its all over." He said to himself. He leaned back in his oak office chair to gather his thoughts and take a long sip from his can of Red Bull. As he reposit