| Fan Fiction |
by GreenHammock
Hero rubbed his forehead in aggravation, stress clearly evident on his handsome face. He leaned forward in his chair, pressing his elbow against the desk, before he sighed laboriously. “How much?” It was a habit to speak in the shortest way possible when he was angry – the less words he used, the angrier he likely was.
His ‘counter’ – as he called it – cleared its robotic throat, before addressing him in a thin voice. “Seven hundred sixty-three billion two hundred twelve million nine thousand seventy three.” Hero grunted, leaning back on his chair to laugh bitterly.
“Okay, so let’s just say – assuming that my funds are totally accessible and that it would be really, really easy to steal from me – that someone took it. Who do you think is dumb enough to pull that shit around here?” he asked, rhetorically. The machine did not understand such a human phenomena.
“I am sorry, sir, I am only a Counter. A Profiler could perhaps”- the machine stopped when it was hit with a mug, the expensive porcelain immediately breaking to bits.
“I didn’t want an answer,” Hero snapped, slouching back into his chair. “Could it be a calculation mistake?”
The robot shook it’s head, “No sir – each digit is closely monitored in my calculations system, and correlated to further link past and present”-
“Okay okay I get it,” Hero muttered, “you didn’t make an error.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair, before he gestured for the drone to leave. As soon as the drone was out of the doors, he snapped open his phone, pressed three numbers, and spoke lowly into the phone. “Deloris, find my fucking money.”
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Hero lay on his back, going over every event in the passed three years that had led him to this moment. For almost a millisecond, it occurred to him that he maybe went to far, but such a thought was quickly dismissed.
Anyone would do the same if they had the same resources.
He was certain.
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15.07.09.