Nameless+-+Prologue

Walter Chaplain sat his desk, wearily shuffling through a large file of reports. He was supposed to be one of the Admin's top detectives, and he had been. Nothing had ever stumped him...until now. He closed the folder and sighed. No one else used hard copies, but he liked to be able to stare at the words. When he rested his head on his hands, he found that he was shaking. If he didn't figure this out soon, the case would be transferred to someone else, and he would be demoted in disgrace. He had already made the last-resort move of putting out a petition on the news asking anyone with information to come forward. Of course, he had had to tone it down a lot. The public did not - //could not// - know that a hacker was running rampant inside of the world's largest, most advanced, and most important computer system. So far, the damage caused had been easily covered up, and there was no apparent motive. No fingerprints. No computer trace. The many security systems claimed that no one had accessed the files that had been corrupted.
 * Nameless: Prologue**

Suddenly angry, Walter yanked the manilla folder open again and began frantically rummaging through it. Nothing, nothing, nothing! There was no apparent motive, because the motive was an old one, as old as time itself. This hacker was //taunting// them! //Taunting// Admin, the most powerful organization on Earth!

Just then, hurried footsteps interrupted Walter's fury and disbelief. The door to his office was flung open, and another detective came in. "You have to see this! No, wait, don't get up, just go to the page. The page you set up for the news channel, quick, hurry!" The younger detective practically fell over trying to access the computer. Putting on his calm, elder face, Walter pushed him aside and open the Web page, which was bookmarked in his "Favorites". As he scrolled down the page, his annoyance increased. "What are you talking about, there's nothing-" He stopped in midsentence. There //was// something, right there, at the bottom of a page. It was small, insignificant really. A tiny, undecorated link marked "I am".

His hands were trembling as he moved the mouse to click on the link.

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