Originally published in VelvetMafia.com [09.2007] |
We Three Thieves Rose-colored morning, motel on the 80 outside Lincoln, three of you sharing one bed. Gunn slipped into you with the ease of a long-term lover, Captain behind Gunn; three pieces meshed together. Slept like dogs. Woke in the dark, continued the fuck. Fluid bonded. Then you’re the new Bonnie and Clyde, only Gunn joked, We’re three Clydes. Got that laugh, just bordering on obnoxious, made him more attractive for the flaw. The latest string of ventures sparked by his idea. One night lying in each other’s sweat and spooge, Gunn painting the future with words. Had that glint in his eyes. Said that companies have firewalls to protect them from outsiders getting in, but almost no security from insiders sending out. Wants to pose as techie, jack into the server from the inside, transfer out. Got hard mentally bilking big business out of millions. Captain ran with the idea, set the stage. You, innocent-faced conman of the trio, go in as temp, scout out the scene. Make nice nice with management, get their trust up. Use your charm to get balls-out systems access. Couple of weeks go by, sneak Gunn and Captain in. Gunn mindmelds with the server, fishes out accounts. Captain gives a series of transfers to execute; middling amounts to various dummy corps. All washing through a clearing house where the e-trail goes cold. Untethered digital funds wend their way to your account in the Caribbean.
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