As the
tablet's glow grew to life, an image appeared. On the image of a full moon, two
torches crossed paths at the top, over the scales of justice below. The torches
were made of gold, but held black and white flames. Upon the gold scales sat
two weights named Adrasteia and Hekate .
Dark Elf entered his
password, and the screens around the room booted to life. As he checked his
monitors he was able to observe 1000's of cameras from around the world, but
front and center were his prime monitors. From here he could see his entire
operation.
Anonymous served
it's purpose, now it was time to come out of the shadows. It was amazing how
much could be accomplished through some keystrokes and well placed religious
bull. Dark Elf roamed the dark net, smirking periodically at Hacker Aliases
like "HellRazzer567". Really? That's the best you could come up with.
Children. It was time to establish his own ID. Something to set him apart from
his Anonymous friends. Dark Elf would do nicely. It was simple enough to
remember, innocuous enough to be tracked to 100's of other individuals.
So far the
instructions of his masters had paid dividends many times over. He was rich,
powerful, and operated from the shadows. Just levitate a few chairs and the
powerless will flock to you as though you had all the answers.
The Islamist
Extremists were so easy to manipulate too. It was astonishing how easy it was
to get some bearded scarf wearer to bomb a building by hacking their website
and posting the challenge. These people were not any smarter than these looser
addicts that were constantly doing his bidding at his hotel.
The great Dr. Briar
was becoming a nuisance, but he was assured that he still served a purpose. He
had a few ideas about what to do when that purpose was complete. Hiring a man
to play the part of wealthy contributor? 100,000 dollars. The look on his face
when he got the texts? Priceless.
What a moron.
Meanwhile, it was
nice to be king. Lord rather. Lord Dark Elf. It had a nice ring to it, eh?
