Where did it go? I scratched my rough unshaved jaw, and pulled on an old faded t-shirt from a video game competition I had won a while back. I sorted thorough the files I could have accidentally placed it in but I knew I had saved it to my desktop. As I reached to take a sip of the coke sitting on the monitor I caught my brother subtly glance up at me from the room across the hall. My hands dropped their pursuit for the caffeine and pursued a new target, Henry. “Henry, where did it go,” I enunciated slowly and ominously. My brother stood there nervously with his eyes shifting back and forth, “I, uh ,” he stammered. Having my younger brother staying with me for the week was bad enough and now he was messing my things. Last night I had received a call from a mysterious agency, offering me five grand if I would develop a special program for them. Seeing as I have been crawling deeper and deeper into a variety of debts, I accepted this offer without a second thought. They emailed me the information I needed, with a encrypted server backup, basically impossible to trace. Despite the warning signs of illegal activity and the secret identity my new clients hid behind, I needed the money and it seemed easy enough. They had me set up a virtual game. It was a minefield of stimulating challenges and problems that an agent could go through to display his skills and decisions making quality. I was proud of it, this creation of mine that I had finished in a mere 18 hours, was complex and high quality, but now it was missing.
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