[ WP ] A national secret spy agent is hired to corrupt a target 's laptop with a USB stick , but a software bug causes trouble .

In and out, like always. Find the target, complete the task, and slink away without even as much as a slight notion from anyone, that what was being done at this little insignificant Starbucks on the corner of eighty-first street and Mulberry drive would in face have a tremendous impact on the stock market and especially the wallets and pocketbooks of citizens everywhere. 
 
 As Agent Jenk Harrick, going by call sign Knife for this operation, stepped out of the unmarked car that he was issued, a beep came through his earpiece. Jenk knew immediately who it was. Caster, his lifelong friend and partner, always in his ear giving him up to date intelligence on the job. 
 
 `` Good luck. Do this smooth and Boss will pay big bucks for you, and I bet you'll get a nice break from work to use all of it as well'' 
 
 Jenk said nothing. He knew the job may as well have been already done. 
 
 As He walked into the coffee shop, he picked out his target almost immediately. 5'9'', tan, green eyes, the rustled black hair of an overworked stockholder, and a unkempt suit. Long day already, though Jenk. `` Well buddy, your day is going to be a lot simpler once I'm done with you.'' He quietly muttered to himself, not worried about being overheard. this place was overcrowded already. 
 
 Jenk had thought this through many times already. Five thousand for a quick twenty minute job was a great deal, He did n't want to risk ruining his chance, because as small and easy as it seems, He knew that if he messed up he would be caught and he would n't have to worry about housing himself anymore. The state would take care of that. `` I do n't look good in orange.'' 
 
 His earpiece lightly beeped again. `` Knife, got the usb?'' 
 
 `` Yes, Caster, what do you take me for?'' 
 `` I do n't know, just making sure. Anyways, If you can get the usb into the laptop, the files should push onto the drive and run as soon as it turns on, a'ight?'' 
 `` I've run this over many times in my head, I've got it down. See you at the temporary HQ in a minute'' 
 
 Right behind my target in line. Perfect. After he and I order something, We will be even closer together as we wait for our coffee. 
 
 `` Venti latte for Douglas?!'' called the barista 
 `` Right here, sir, thanks so very much'' 
 
 Now. Jenk times the insert perfectly. As the target leaned to grab his drink, Jenk stuck the specialized usb into the port on the laptop being held underneath the man's arms. This truly was a fast and high-tech piece of gear, taking only a second to write and complete the transfer, showing a blue indicator light, informing that it was ready to be extracted. 
 
 Jenk gathered his coffee, and left the store, getting into his car and casually disembarking towards the small van that Caster was in down the street. As Jenk pulled past the van and parked in a hidden alleyway, he swiftly walked towards the van and hopped into the passenger seat, next to Caster. 
 
 `` Hey man, he already turned on his laptop, and the files are pushing right now.'' said Caster, watching the screen of text based reports from the remote bug, with the eyes of a boy seeing his new puppy for the first time. `` Dude. We. Are. Loaded. You're hanging out with me to spend the booty afterwards, right?'' 
 `` Um, sure Caster. whatever you want, I suppose'' 
 `` Maybe a cruise for two through the carribe- Oh yeah, you think thats awkward.'' 
 `` Well, its usually a thing for a cou-'' Jenk was cut off as Caster swore heavily 
 `` I WROTE THIS SOFTWARE. IT SHOULD N'T BE DOING THIS. NO! HOW?'' They both watched as the reports came to a standstill. Caster's screen flashed with a error dump. 
 
'END OF SEQUENCE. CASTERISAWESOME.EXE HAS BEEN SHUTDOWN TO PREVENT ACCIDENTAL MEMORY LOSS' 
 
 Jenk spoke first. `` Caster? I thought this was designed to delete the stock reports on our targets computer. What happened?'' 
 
 `` I.. I.... This should n't have come across that type of problem! Unless the remote report module of the program- Oh Damn. We are fucked man. Game over man! Game over!'' Caster started slamming his fists on the steering wheel. 
 
 `` Caster. Do n't tell me that what i think happened, actually... happened.'' 
 
 Just as Caster went to answer he was interrupted by a large black suv screeching to a halt in front of them. Immediately SWAT started pouring out. 
 
 `` EXIT THE VEHICLE AND PUT YOUR HANDS BEHIND YOUR HEAD'' 
 
 
 
 Game over 

