security rating so he now had access to pretty much any system within the organisation.
He’d even been able to check his own personnel records. The bank had made a few candid observations about him, although there was nothing in the files for him to worry about. For fun, he made a few undetectable changes to his records, for example, he now had a verified university degree, a PhD no less, and a long history of voluntary charity work. He also upped his salary, just to prove to himself he could.
His new higher level security clearance allowed him to come and go as he pleased which meant he could choose times when there were fewer prying eyes around to spot him messing with their systems. In parallel with creating his trustworthy reputation, he’d also put many of his plan’s fundamental building blocks in place. He’d disabled specific parts of the Noviru hacking protection package so he could invisibly infect the system with little modules of his own software. These modules gave him secret entry points into the key systems which, when the time came, would let him manipulate the swathes of money which swished through the bank’s network.
It was all going well and he’d pretty much achieved everything he’d set out to achieve. He was ready for the next phase of his plan. He’d soon begin to siphon off relatively small sums of money into random bank accounts all over the world. Interestingly, these bank accounts didn’t belong to him so, when the problem was discovered, the full force of the security department would rush off in pointless directions to try and work out who was benefiting from this fraud. Clever or what?
When their attention was elsewhere, when they were completely distracted, that’s when he’d go in for the kill.
Chapter 19 - The Flight
Madrick knew they were in serious trouble and they needed to put a decent distance between them and the scene of The Black Bear incident.
“We need the next spell.”
“Let me sleep for a while. I need some rest. I can’t take any more pain,” complained Tung. “Making spells still hurts me bad. My head feels like it’s been mashed by a landslide.”
“Your head has indeed taken a pounding, but not all of it was due to the spell making. I can tell you that much of your pain was self inflicted through your own stupidity,” said Madrick unsympathetically. “But that can’t be helped now. You’ve got to create a spell which will help us get many miles from this place and you need to do it straight away because I can guarantee Mifal’s men are hot on our heels. All this is happening because you’re an idiot. Your idiocy has put us in great danger. You need to make things better.”
Tung reluctantly pulled out the Scroll; anything was better than having to listen to the old man moaning. He slowly went through the routine. As the spell infiltrated his being, his body flopped like a rag doll and, this time, Madrick caught his head as he fainted and laid it gently on the ground. Then he had a change of heart, so he lifted Tung’s head a few feet off the ground and dropped it roughly.
“You deserve that,” he said to the unconscious face which lay below him.
Tung drifted back into consciousness and hardly had time to feel the throbbing pain in his head before Madrick was badgering him to describe the picture. He searched his head and found, amongst the throbbing pain, an image; an image of a golden goblet filled with red liquid.
“That’s an easy one. It’s just a golden wine goblet, not of any interest to us. You need to create it now so we can move on and find something useful”
Tung dutifully followed his orders, he was in no state to argue. He said the spell and, to Madrick’s credit for not holding a grudge too long, he caught him properly this time as his head headed for the hard earth.
Tung was unconscious so he didn’t see the blinding flash which heralded the arrival of a magnificent, golden goblet filled with luscious red wine, fit
He’d even been able to check his own personnel records. The bank had made a few candid observations about him, although there was nothing in the files for him to worry about. For fun, he made a few undetectable changes to his records, for example, he now had a verified university degree, a PhD no less, and a long history of voluntary charity work. He also upped his salary, just to prove to himself he could.
His new higher level security clearance allowed him to come and go as he pleased which meant he could choose times when there were fewer prying eyes around to spot him messing with their systems. In parallel with creating his trustworthy reputation, he’d also put many of his plan’s fundamental building blocks in place. He’d disabled specific parts of the Noviru hacking protection package so he could invisibly infect the system with little modules of his own software. These modules gave him secret entry points into the key systems which, when the time came, would let him manipulate the swathes of money which swished through the bank’s network.
It was all going well and he’d pretty much achieved everything he’d set out to achieve. He was ready for the next phase of his plan. He’d soon begin to siphon off relatively small sums of money into random bank accounts all over the world. Interestingly, these bank accounts didn’t belong to him so, when the problem was discovered, the full force of the security department would rush off in pointless directions to try and work out who was benefiting from this fraud. Clever or what?
When their attention was elsewhere, when they were completely distracted, that’s when he’d go in for the kill.
Chapter 19 - The Flight
Madrick knew they were in serious trouble and they needed to put a decent distance between them and the scene of The Black Bear incident.
“We need the next spell.”
“Let me sleep for a while. I need some rest. I can’t take any more pain,” complained Tung. “Making spells still hurts me bad. My head feels like it’s been mashed by a landslide.”
“Your head has indeed taken a pounding, but not all of it was due to the spell making. I can tell you that much of your pain was self inflicted through your own stupidity,” said Madrick unsympathetically. “But that can’t be helped now. You’ve got to create a spell which will help us get many miles from this place and you need to do it straight away because I can guarantee Mifal’s men are hot on our heels. All this is happening because you’re an idiot. Your idiocy has put us in great danger. You need to make things better.”
Tung reluctantly pulled out the Scroll; anything was better than having to listen to the old man moaning. He slowly went through the routine. As the spell infiltrated his being, his body flopped like a rag doll and, this time, Madrick caught his head as he fainted and laid it gently on the ground. Then he had a change of heart, so he lifted Tung’s head a few feet off the ground and dropped it roughly.
“You deserve that,” he said to the unconscious face which lay below him.
Tung drifted back into consciousness and hardly had time to feel the throbbing pain in his head before Madrick was badgering him to describe the picture. He searched his head and found, amongst the throbbing pain, an image; an image of a golden goblet filled with red liquid.
“That’s an easy one. It’s just a golden wine goblet, not of any interest to us. You need to create it now so we can move on and find something useful”
Tung dutifully followed his orders, he was in no state to argue. He said the spell and, to Madrick’s credit for not holding a grudge too long, he caught him properly this time as his head headed for the hard earth.
Tung was unconscious so he didn’t see the blinding flash which heralded the arrival of a magnificent, golden goblet filled with luscious red wine, fit
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