The waistband on my backpack was digging into my skin, and the pitter-patter of my leather boots made a satisfying sound on the wet, cobbled side streets of Eindhoven. On my left I saw the train tracks by which I had arrived, and on my right I saw what looked like residential houses. I shone my flashlight into the brushes once more. It should be here somewhere… I checked my phone’s GPS and sure enough, I was supposed to be be right on the drive. I looked around again, this time really focusing.
I was looking for a bright red USB stick, about the size of my thumb, in a small, sealed plastic bag. An intricate puzzle full of cryptography, red herrings and banging my head against the wall had led me here, to this spot. And now, I couldn’t find it. Had someone been here before me? I didn’t think so, nobody had said anything about being as far as I was on the Discord server…
As if to ask God himself, I looked up at the moon and the stars illuminating the night sky, and out of the corner of my eye, there it was! A tiny plastic package, artfully camouflaged, suspended in a small tree. My heart jumped a beat, and as I went to retrieve it, I could hear a train full of passengers come by as the lights from its windows completely illuminated me. What must those passengers be thinking? Some lunatic, climbing a tree in the middle of the night.
Greedily, I opened the little plastic bag. There it was, the object I had been pursuing for the last three weeks. While my colleagues had been sipping Martinis on beaches, I had been dredging through files, solving cryptographic puzzles and hunting down books from the 1800s to decode secret messages. I had locked myself in my study, unable to think of anything but this one puzzle. My coworkers thought I was on a boring campground somewhere, doing not much of anything, and I let them. But it would all be worth it.
I sat down on a nearby bench, set my backpack on the ground and produced my laptop. It was an older model Thinkpad, rugged and reliable. I had purchased it second-hand, bought an extended battery pack for it and now used it exclusively for hunting. I set it on my lap, opened it, put in my password and was greeted with a spinning games controller. No internet. Of course. I retrieved my burner phone, turned on its tethering functionality and connected it with my laptop through the USB cable. As the past chats started to load, I opened a file manager and plugged in the newest addition to my rapidly growing collection of USB drives.
After putting in the password, I was greeted with a seemingly normal folder structure: Photos, Videos, Documents. Wanting to save the best for last, I opened the Documents folder. A passport scan and three text files: limits.txt, consent.txt and information.txt.
I took a cursory look through the files, finding nothing surprising. In the consent file, it was described that the limits were really only suggestions; that if I really wanted to break one, I could. The information text file was a bit more interesting, containing login information for Facebook, Twitter, Reddit and Discord accounts, an address in Eindhoven, a mobile phone number and contact information for several acquaintances. The passport revealed the name of my new victim; Jeanne Desclos, a French national emigrated to the Netherlands a few years ago for her studies. She was 22 years old, blonde hair, and a face with a beautifully sharp jawline. I wanted to see more.
Luckily, there was more. A lot more. The Photos and Videos folder combined contained evidence of pretty much every sexual activity a woman can perform on herself, and a few more. There were of course the mandatory verification pictures, which I’d soon have to share with the Internet to prove I had found the drive. But the rest was mine. She was, without a shadow of a doubt, the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. The aforementioned sharp jawline, a sleek figure, wide hips, breasts that were large but not too large, and amazing thighs. She’d taken good care of her body her whole life, and it showed.
I posted all three verification pictures to the Discord server and the subreddit, uploaded the entire drive to my backup file server, closed my laptop, packed everything back into my bag and started walking. Time to go meet our latest loser.
A/N: This is part 1 of my entry for the TBC Writing Challenge. Hope you enjoyed, there will be more! The story presented here is fictional; the community and the game are very real. Check out r/timebombchallenge or the Discord: discord.gg/timebombchallenge, I’ll see you there!
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