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A young man who seemed to be in his early thirty’s, a few wrinkles crinkled his
brow from worry as he walked down a dreary hall wall. Walking up to a doorway and
Bursting in and looking at a man who seemed to be the man in charge, the President of the United States of America.
The man who sat in a large chair, which appeared to be satin, he sat there, looking up at the urging young man.
“Sir…urgent news…” the young man started, worry filling his eyes like water filled a drainpipe.
The president looked up at him, his expression the same, blank and emotionless, looking somewhat confident.
“Get on with it,” the president assured, looking into the young man’s eyes.
“Someone has gotten into our database and changed our security codes,” the young man explained slowly, his heart beating wildly.
“Can’t we just simply change them back?” the president asked, looking towards the clock on the wall.
“Sir…they hackers put a lock on the site, our scientists can’t get into our own network.” The young man explained.
“I see,” the president mumbled as he then stood up and looked around.
“Can’t we just find a different route into our own net work?” the president asked, worry finally soaking through his every word.
“We’ve tried everything, the hackers even managed to destroy thousands of important documents of other countries.” The young man acknowledged making the president have to feel even more of the world was crushing him.
“Don’t we have anyone else to rely on?” the president asked slowly.
“Only Korea, but with those documents there’s no way to reach them,” the young man explained.
“Japan? Great Britain? United Kingdom?” the president named off, looking even more concerned with every word.
“No documents, without those documents we’re not sure how to reach them.” The young man noted, looking towards the windows outside.
There he saw children and families laughing and looking at the White House, taking pictures. How he wanted to be like them, an imbecile to the disastrous things that filled this world. Threatening to destroy the backbone of their society.
“We need to think of someway to be able to get a hold of other countries, to tell them about the cyber attacks that have been done here.” The president noted, causing the young man to finally snap back from his fantasy and back to reality.
“Sir, if I may?” the young man started, looking back at the president who looked deep in thought, rubbing his chin with his middle and index finger.
“Of course,” the president assured, looking away from the scarlet rug.
“Perhaps we should hire our own hackers,” the young man stated.
“What would that do?” the president asked, beginning to think that all this pressure had finally gotten to him.
“Well, to get rid of a hacker’s work, maybe we should have another hacker clean it up.” The young man stated simply.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” the president asked, hoping that the only person who had the nerves to tell him the news wasn’t out of his mind.
“Well sir, to simply state it…we should have a hacker to get rid of those locks keeping us away from the network and try to recover our lost documents.” The man stated as simple as possible.
“What happens if this hacker doesn’t get us into our network?” the president asked, his eyebrow rose in question.
“We can keep hiring some until one actually gets rid of the lock on our network.” The man explained.
“Where are we going to find a hacker? From a hacker tree?” the president teased lightly, still knowing their situation.
The young man paused to think about it and then finally smiled and then said, “From prison sir,”

Meanwhile, MSNBC was soaking up all sorts of news from the President, telling thousands of people across the United States that the President was in peril from hackers changing security codes and destroying thousands of files and documents.
“The president is now inside, talking to a man. They seem to be conversing about the scenario about the cyber attacks made on the United States.” Noted a young woman, she sounded about the age of 24 a the camera was never directed at her but at the white house, seeing two silhouettes from behind a silky rose colored curtain.
“No one knows for certain except for the two men inside,” the woman stated as the camera went out of focus for a moment then fixing itself on the window.

While MSNBC was trying to have their camera focus correctly, two young men sat in a cell.
The first one seemed to be young, about his early twenties with soft blonde hair with gentle eyes to match.
His cellmate sat across him, he looked about the same age as the first one, and he had jet-black hair and dark eyes that could scare a young child.
The two thought about their past, breaking into thousands of different networks and creating havoc.
It wasn’t much, just bits and bits of trouble. They’re downfall was hacking into the super computers in Area 51.
They were just curious until just moments later, after trying to escape from the documents.
They only managed to get out of the documents by turning off the computer and laughing it off, only for them to be arrested 13 hours later.
The younger one with the blonde hair who had went by the name of Joey looked up from the dirty cement floor up at his friend.
The other one with black hair continued to stare the floor, his shaggy hair covering his eyes, his name Fabio.
“You have to admit…it was pretty fun,” Joey teased lightly as Fabio grumbled out his reply.
A telephone rang out from the main office, which wasn’t too far away.
They continued to sit there, chins in their hands as they continued to ponder.
The new sound that filled the hollow halls echoed off from the floor as a young guard who looked around the age of early thirty’s.
The two looked up at him as he stopped at their cell and started,
“You two have to go and help the president,” it was simple and he made it sound as if they never deserved to even go.
“For what?” Fabio asked, grumbling lightly.
“Some computer thing,” the guard grumbled as he unlocked the cell door.
The two young cellmates threw each other worried glances as the other guard watched from a bulletproof-glassed room, talking on the phone.
The guard that watched over the two with his hand steady on his nightstick watched them both intently; Fabio would’ve sworn when he sneezed the guard was going to beat him over the head.
Joey of course was casual, trying to make small talk with the guard only for him to tell him with a growl of, “No small talk,”
Fabio and Joey continued to stand there, looking around the cells to see no other prisoners but themselves.
“Um, if you don’t mind my asking,” Joey started, looking around the other empty cells, “But what happened to all the other prisoners?”
The guard ignored him as the other guard had hung up the phone behind the bulletproof glass.
Fabio had ideas stirring in his mind, idea’s why they were needed after being arrested for hacking into a government website.
Of course, being Joey meant you had to be a carefree daydreamer who always and I mean, always, looking on the bright side.
“Hey…Joey, what do you thinks happening?” Fabio had whispered to Joey as Joey tried to twirl his soft blonde hair in his fingers.
“No idea…but it sounds really important,” Joey had replied, smiling softly as he flipped his blonde hair instead of twirling it.
The guard that had watched them then motioned to the door that had a bright yellow line and painted on the floor were words that had said, “Follow the yellow line”
Almost automatically the song, “Follow the yellow brick road” had gone through Joey’s head and he began to hum it as he walked behind Fabio and out the door to finally put an end to the mystery of being needed for the President of the United States of America.

As Fabio and Joey were being led out of the prison, the president was tilting his hand back in his red satin chair, trying to relax and keep as calm as he could be.
The young man who was in his early 30’s was standing there, unsure what to say and he then coughed lightly into his hand, awaking the president he had returned.
The president opened his eyes and slowly looked at him, his weary eyes still deep in thought.
The young man had then informed him in a deep tone, “Sir, the hackers will be here in an hour.”
“All right...see that they meet me in the computer lab,” the President instructed as he rubbed his forehead lightly.
“Yes sir,” the young man answered as he then walked briskly out of the room, leaving the president thinking.
“How did it all go so wrong?” the President murmured as he then stood up from his chair and looked out the large window to look at the news reporters, wondering how the news had spread so fast.

Joey and Fabio were now being searched, their handcuffs tightly on their wrists as the guard’s patted their legs to check any weapons.
“I can’t believe it, we’re going to see the president!” Joey whispered to Fabio whose leg was being searched for weapons still.
“Well it has to be important if they have to rely on us. I just wonder why it hasn’t been on the news,” Fabio grumbled lightly.
“It has been on the news,” the guard who was searching Joey said.
“Huh?” Fabio asked, looking down at the guard.
“It’s been all over the news...you two must be the only people who don’t know about it in this jailhouse.” the guard noted as he stood up from Joey, letting the other guard know they were both clean of weapons.
Joey was looking around, smiling happily to himself as the guard then told the two; “I guess you two can go to the airport now,”
“Airport?” both Fabio and Joey gasped, Joey a little more excited.
“Yeah...how else you getting to Washington from here?” the guard asked.

Only a little while after Joey and Fabio were informed of the airport the President was making notes to tell the hackers.
They were important and if they broke a single rule he’ll have them locked up and find some new people to help him. He knew he sounded mean and rough but that’s what he had to do to make sure these two stayed in line.
The president had then received a phone call, causing him to jump slightly in his seat.
He had then picked up the red phone by his papers as he then managed to answer. It was the young man that had broke him the news before, he had then told him that he was at the airport and that the hackers should be arriving shortly.

Fabio and Joey were now riding in a large gray prison bus; Fabio was staring out the window as Joey kept watching the airplanes fly overhead.
“So...do you know anything about what happened?” Joey asked the guard who watched him and Fabio.
“Someone hacked into the computer network of the president. They deleted a whole lot of important information in his computer,” the guard mumbled.
Fabio’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he then asked, “So it was a terrorist attack?”
“I guess you could say that,” the guard replied lazily.
“Someone hacked into the system of the computer and deleted all the important documents. I guess this shouldn’t be too hard, try to trace a trail back to the computer and see if we can find the computer’s where about. Not so hard, huh Fabio?” Joey asked, looking at Fabio.
“Shouldn’t be, but not everything is so simple.” Fabio grumbled.
“Hey…come on, ever since we’ve been arrested you’ve been gloomy. Suck it up and come up with back up plans for finding the hacker.” Joey said, giving Fabio a warm smile.
“Just think about it Joey…” Fabio started, he then looked over at him, “And it’s like shaking hands with the enemy.”
“Why do you say that?” Joey asked, tilting his head to the side.
“We don’t like the government and that’s one of the thousands of reasons why we’re hackers Joey! Why don’t you think for once?” Fabio yelled his eyebrows furrowed together.
“Fabio Armando Bourniques!” Joey yelled, causing Fabio to flinch.
“Why did you say my full name?” Fabio asked slowly.
“Because you’re always looking at the dark side you little butt fart!”
“I’m not a butt fart!” Fabio yelled.

The president was sitting on a chair in the empty computer room, his hands folded in his lap as he looked around, examining the cold room.
The hackers were 20 minuets late, he glanced up at the clock again and sighed, worrying something might’ve gotten in the way of their arrival.
Just then he heard someone open the door behind him, he had turned around to see two young men dressed in appropriate clothing instead of the prison clothes he had expected them in.
“Sorry we’re late…traffic is horrible here.” The first young man apologized, giving the president a quick smile. This was the president’s first encounter with Joey, the president stood up and the two young men approached him briskly.
“Here are the rules boys, no destroying more files, got it? We’re watching you, we installed a very complicated computer device to watch you two so you don’t cause me anymore trouble.”
Joey had sighed and then glanced over to see a super computer, he gasped and stepped around the president to examine it.
“You have a super three X5?” Joey gasped.
“Super computer there young man, and you—“ the president had turned to face Fabio only for Fabio to be looking at the same computer next to Joey’s.
“This must’ve cost you a lot of money…” Fabio grumbled as he then pressed the small ‘on’ button.
“Sure did…I’m going to leave to answer some questions to the press. You boys get started while I’m gone.” The president had then walked quickly out of the room, leaving the two young men enjoying their new computers.
“So the plan is…find a trail…trace it back to the original computer and try to find that?” Joey had asked, looking to his left at Fabio.
“That exactly Joe…” Fabio said as he then began to click and type madly on the computer, his eyes glued to the screen.
“How you don’t need glasses after staring at a computer that long I’ll never know,” Joey sighed as he sat casually in his chair and began to type at a comfortable state of mind.
After two hours of typing Fabio had gasped as Joey looked puzzled at the screen.
“What’s wrong?” Joey asked, glancing over at Fabio’s screen.
“I traced this trail…and it can’t be right.” Fabio noted.
“Why? Where is it?” Joey asked, as he tried to read his screen.
“It says…it’s a laptop in the White House.” Fabio had informed.
“Which room?” Joey asked, standing up.
“Hard to tell…” Fabio had noted as he continued to type, “But I’ll find out in a second.”
Joey had then pulled two headpieces from his pocket and tossed one to Fabio.
“I’m going to go find out who it is, you tell me how to get there.” Joey said, fixing a small device that looked like a small earring into his ear.
“Right…” Fabio grumbled as Joey then ran out of the room.
“Okay…where are you?” Fabio asked as Joey hard him perfectly through the headset.
“Down the hall, check the tracker on the computer, it’ll tell you where I am.” Joey informed, standing there so Fabio could find his place in the large white house.
“Alright...go down the hall to your left.” Fabio told Joey.
Joey had then began to make his way down the hall, running as he his feet hit the ground lightly.
“Okay...there’s a fork coming up, take another left.” Fabio told him.
Joey and Fabio had been doing this for about ten minuets before Joey had stood in front of a door.
“Alright...the computer should be behind the door.” Fabio informed Joey.
Joey had quickly opened the door to meet darkness; he had then reached to the wall and felt a light switch.
When Joey had flicked a switch with his index finger he looked around the room to see a fading yellow wallpaper and there on a small poker table sat an open laptop, humming softly as Joey approached it.
“I found it and…” Joey paused and looked down to see a small yellow disk the size of a cracker.
“A memory disk?” Joey had then noted that it had been written in sloppy handwriting, ‘deleted files’ on the front.
“Fabio…I found the files and they’re on a small memory disk.” Joey whispered as he poked his head out into the hallway.
“You better hurry back before anyone notices you left.”
“Got it,” Joey mumbled as he began to make his way back, the memory disk tight in his hand.

Meanwhile the president was making a statement as the young man in his early thirties standing next to him, looking at the reporters.
“I assure you all, we’ve been through worse and I’m sure we can get through this.” The president stated, looking at all the reporters.

“Fabio…I think I’m lost,” Joey muttered as he looked left and right through the halls.
“Don’t worry, go right and you’ll see the door you came out of.” Fabio assured him.
“Okay, got it.” Joey grumbled as he began to run down the hall.
“You better hurry, if we put this into the computer so we can get out of here.”
Joey had then burst into the room, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. He then quickly walked over to Fabio and dropped the small memory disk in front of him,
“There…” Joey grumbled as Fabio quickly popped it into the computer.
“Nice work Joe,” Fabio thanked as he quickly popped it into the computer.
The computer quickly read the disk and then Fabio pulled up some small window. He quickly read and Fabio smirked to himself.
“Did we get it?” huffed out Joey as he continued to sit in his chair.
“Yeah, we got it.”

The president was now walking into the White House again until a security officer ran up to him quickly.
“Sir, the hackers got the files back!” the officer exclaimed.
The president then began to make his way to the computer room, rushing himself to see the two young men that managed to help save their country.
The president then burst in to scare Fabio and Joey; the two stared at him with wide eyes and Joey look like he was about to say something.
“You two did it? You got back the files?” the president asked, looking at the two with wide, questioning eyes.
Fabio and Joey nodded slowly; the president then smiled broadly and sighed.
“But sir…we found a copy of the files in another room and we found the computer that hacked into yours here…in the Whitehouse.” Fabio explained slowly.
The president’s face hardened again and he took in a deep sigh, before he then said, “Take me to the room.”

Joey then led the two down the hall to show the small room that had the laptop. Joey stood in front of the door and slowly opened it to show the small laptop still humming.
“I know that computer,” the president whispered softly as Joey sat down in front of it and looked at the screen.
“Where do you know it from?” Fabio asked the president as he looked over at Joey.
“I gave it to my assistant,” the president whispered. Fabio then suddenly remembered the man that always was following the president around like a lost little puppy.
Joey then shut down the computer with one touch of the computer and then soft humming of the laptop was then silenced.

Description
A young man who seemed to be in his early thirty’s, a few wrinkles crinkled his
brow from worry as he walked down a dreary hall wall. Walking up to a doorway and
Bursting in and looking at a man who seemed to be the man in charge, the President of the United States of America.
The man who sat in a large chair, which appeared to be satin, he sat there, looking up at the urging young man.
“Sir…urgent news…” the young man started, worry filling his eyes like water filled a drainpipe.
The president looked up at him, his expression the same, blank and emotionless, looking somewhat confident.
“Get on with it,” the president assured, looking into the young man’s eyes.
“Someone has gotten into our database and changed our security codes,” the young man explained slowly, his heart beating wildly.
“Can’t we just simply change them back?” the president asked, looking towards the clock on the wall.
“Sir…they hackers put a lock on the site, our scientists can’t get into our own network.” The young man explained.
“I see,” the president mumbled as he then stood up and looked around.
“Can’t we just find a different route into our own net work?” the president asked, worry finally soaking through his every word.
“We’ve tried everything, the hackers even managed to destroy thousands of important documents of other countries.” The young man acknowledged making the president have to feel even more of the world was crushing him.
“Don’t we have anyone else to rely on?” the president asked slowly.
“Only Korea, but with those documents there’s no way to reach them,” the young man explained.
“Japan? Great Britain? United Kingdom?” the president named off, looking even more concerned with every word.
“No documents, without those documents we’re not sure how to reach them.” The young man noted, looking towards the windows outside.
There he saw children and families laughing and looking at the White House, taking pictures. How he wanted to be like them, an imbecile to the disastrous things that filled this world. Threatening to destroy the backbone of their society.
“We need to think of someway to be able to get a hold of other countries, to tell them about the cyber attacks that have been done here.” The president noted, causing the young man to finally snap back from his fantasy and back to reality.
“Sir, if I may?” the young man started, looking back at the president who looked deep in thought, rubbing his chin with his middle and index finger.
“Of course,” the president assured, looking away from the scarlet rug.
“Perhaps we should hire our own hackers,” the young man stated.
“What would that do?” the president asked, beginning to think that all this pressure had finally gotten to him.
“Well, to get rid of a hacker’s work, maybe we should have another hacker clean it up.” The young man stated simply.
“What’s that suppose to mean?” the president asked, hoping that the only person who had the nerves to tell him the news wasn’t out of his mind.
“Well sir, to simply state it…we should have a hacker to get rid of those locks keeping us away from the network and try to recover our lost documents.” The man stated as simple as possible.
“What happens if this hacker doesn’t get us into our network?” the president asked, his eyebrow rose in question.
“We can keep hiring some until one actually gets rid of the lock on our network.” The man explained.
“Where are we going to find a hacker? From a hacker tree?” the president teased lightly, still knowing their situation.
The young man paused to think about it and then finally smiled and then said, “From prison sir,”

Meanwhile, MSNBC was soaking up all sorts of news from the President, telling thousands of people across the United States that the President was in peril from hackers changing security codes and destroying thousands of files and documents.
“The president is now inside, talking to a man. They seem to be conversing about the scenario about the cyber attacks made on the United States.” Noted a young woman, she sounded about the age of 24 a the camera was never directed at her but at the white house, seeing two silhouettes from behind a silky rose colored curtain.
“No one knows for certain except for the two men inside,” the woman stated as the camera went out of focus for a moment then fixing itself on the window.

While MSNBC was trying to have their camera focus correctly, two young men sat in a cell.
The first one seemed to be young, about his early twenties with soft blonde hair with gentle eyes to match.
His cellmate sat across him, he looked about the same age as the first one, and he had jet-black hair and dark eyes that could scare a young child.
The two thought about their past, breaking into thousands of different networks and creating havoc.
It wasn’t much, just bits and bits of trouble. They’re downfall was hacking into the super computers in Area 51.
They were just curious until just moments later, after trying to escape from the documents.
They only managed to get out of the documents by turning off the computer and laughing it off, only for them to be arrested 13 hours later.
The younger one with the blonde hair who had went by the name of Joey looked up from the dirty cement floor up at his friend.
The other one with black hair continued to stare the floor, his shaggy hair covering his eyes, his name Fabio.
“You have to admit…it was pretty fun,” Joey teased lightly as Fabio grumbled out his reply.
A telephone rang out from the main office, which wasn’t too far away.
They continued to sit there, chins in their hands as they continued to ponder.
The new sound that filled the hollow halls echoed off from the floor as a young guard who looked around the age of early thirty’s.
The two looked up at him as he stopped at their cell and started,
“You two have to go and help the president,” it was simple and he made it sound as if they never deserved to even go.
“For what?” Fabio asked, grumbling lightly.
“Some computer thing,” the guard grumbled as he unlocked the cell door.
The two young cellmates threw each other worried glances as the other guard watched from a bulletproof-glassed room, talking on the phone.
The guard that watched over the two with his hand steady on his nightstick watched them both intently; Fabio would’ve sworn when he sneezed the guard was going to beat him over the head.
Joey of course was casual, trying to make small talk with the guard only for him to tell him with a growl of, “No small talk,”
Fabio and Joey continued to stand there, looking around the cells to see no other prisoners but themselves.
“Um, if you don’t mind my asking,” Joey started, looking around the other empty cells, “But what happened to all the other prisoners?”
The guard ignored him as the other guard had hung up the phone behind the bulletproof glass.
Fabio had ideas stirring in his mind, idea’s why they were needed after being arrested for hacking into a government website.
Of course, being Joey meant you had to be a carefree daydreamer who always and I mean, always, looking on the bright side.
“Hey…Joey, what do you thinks happening?” Fabio had whispered to Joey as Joey tried to twirl his soft blonde hair in his fingers.
“No idea…but it sounds really important,” Joey had replied, smiling softly as he flipped his blonde hair instead of twirling it.
The guard that had watched them then motioned to the door that had a bright yellow line and painted on the floor were words that had said, “Follow the yellow line”
Almost automatically the song, “Follow the yellow brick road” had gone through Joey’s head and he began to hum it as he walked behind Fabio and out the door to finally put an end to the mystery of being needed for the President of the United States of America.

As Fabio and Joey were being led out of the prison, the president was tilting his hand back in his red satin chair, trying to relax and keep as calm as he could be.
The young man who was in his early 30’s was standing there, unsure what to say and he then coughed lightly into his hand, awaking the president he had returned.
The president opened his eyes and slowly looked at him, his weary eyes still deep in thought.
The young man had then informed him in a deep tone, “Sir, the hackers will be here in an hour.”
“All right...see that they meet me in the computer lab,” the President instructed as he rubbed his forehead lightly.
“Yes sir,” the young man answered as he then walked briskly out of the room, leaving the president thinking.
“How did it all go so wrong?” the President murmured as he then stood up from his chair and looked out the large window to look at the news reporters, wondering how the news had spread so fast.

Joey and Fabio were now being searched, their handcuffs tightly on their wrists as the guard’s patted their legs to check any weapons.
“I can’t believe it, we’re going to see the president!” Joey whispered to Fabio whose leg was being searched for weapons still.
“Well it has to be important if they have to rely on us. I just wonder why it hasn’t been on the news,” Fabio grumbled lightly.
“It has been on the news,” the guard who was searching Joey said.
“Huh?” Fabio asked, looking down at the guard.
“It’s been all over the news...you two must be the only people who don’t know about it in this jailhouse.” the guard noted as he stood up from Joey, letting the other guard know they were both clean of weapons.
Joey was looking around, smiling happily to himself as the guard then told the two; “I guess you two can go to the airport now,”
“Airport?” both Fabio and Joey gasped, Joey a little more excited.
“Yeah...how else you getting to Washington from here?” the guard asked.

Only a little while after Joey and Fabio were informed of the airport the President was making notes to tell the hackers.
They were important and if they broke a single rule he’ll have them locked up and find some new people to help him. He knew he sounded mean and rough but that’s what he had to do to make sure these two stayed in line.
The president had then received a phone call, causing him to jump slightly in his seat.
He had then picked up the red phone by his papers as he then managed to answer. It was the young man that had broke him the news before, he had then told him that he was at the airport and that the hackers should be arriving shortly.

Fabio and Joey were now riding in a large gray prison bus; Fabio was staring out the window as Joey kept watching the airplanes fly overhead.
“So...do you know anything about what happened?” Joey asked the guard who watched him and Fabio.
“Someone hacked into the computer network of the president. They deleted a whole lot of important information in his computer,” the guard mumbled.
Fabio’s eyebrows furrowed slightly as he then asked, “So it was a terrorist attack?”
“I guess you could say that,” the guard replied lazily.
“Someone hacked into the system of the computer and deleted all the important documents. I guess this shouldn’t be too hard, try to trace a trail back to the computer and see if we can find the computer’s where about. Not so hard, huh Fabio?” Joey asked, looking at Fabio.
“Shouldn’t be, but not everything is so simple.” Fabio grumbled.
“Hey…come on, ever since we’ve been arrested you’ve been gloomy. Suck it up and come up with back up plans for finding the hacker.” Joey said, giving Fabio a warm smile.
“Just think about it Joey…” Fabio started, he then looked over at him, “And it’s like shaking hands with the enemy.”
“Why do you say that?” Joey asked, tilting his head to the side.
“We don’t like the government and that’s one of the thousands of reasons why we’re hackers Joey! Why don’t you think for once?” Fabio yelled his eyebrows furrowed together.
“Fabio Armando Bourniques!” Joey yelled, causing Fabio to flinch.
“Why did you say my full name?” Fabio asked slowly.
“Because you’re always looking at the dark side you little butt fart!”
“I’m not a butt fart!” Fabio yelled.

The president was sitting on a chair in the empty computer room, his hands folded in his lap as he looked around, examining the cold room.
The hackers were 20 minuets late, he glanced up at the clock again and sighed, worrying something might’ve gotten in the way of their arrival.
Just then he heard someone open the door behind him, he had turned around to see two young men dressed in appropriate clothing instead of the prison clothes he had expected them in.
“Sorry we’re late…traffic is horrible here.” The first young man apologized, giving the president a quick smile. This was the president’s first encounter with Joey, the president stood up and the two young men approached him briskly.
“Here are the rules boys, no destroying more files, got it? We’re watching you, we installed a very complicated computer device to watch you two so you don’t cause me anymore trouble.”
Joey had sighed and then glanced over to see a super computer, he gasped and stepped around the president to examine it.
“You have a super three X5?” Joey gasped.
“Super computer there young man, and you—“ the president had turned to face Fabio only for Fabio to be looking at the same computer next to Joey’s.
“This must’ve cost you a lot of money…” Fabio grumbled as he then pressed the small ‘on’ button.
“Sure did…I’m going to leave to answer some questions to the press. You boys get started while I’m gone.” The president had then walked quickly out of the room, leaving the two young men enjoying their new computers.
“So the plan is…find a trail…trace it back to the original computer and try to find that?” Joey had asked, looking to his left at Fabio.
“That exactly Joe…” Fabio said as he then began to click and type madly on the computer, his eyes glued to the screen.
“How you don’t need glasses after staring at a computer that long I’ll never know,” Joey sighed as he sat casually in his chair and began to type at a comfortable state of mind.
After two hours of typing Fabio had gasped as Joey looked puzzled at the screen.
“What’s wrong?” Joey asked, glancing over at Fabio’s screen.
“I traced this trail…and it can’t be right.” Fabio noted.
“Why? Where is it?” Joey asked, as he tried to read his screen.
“It says…it’s a laptop in the White House.” Fabio had informed.
“Which room?” Joey asked, standing up.
“Hard to tell…” Fabio had noted as he continued to type, “But I’ll find out in a second.”
Joey had then pulled two headpieces from his pocket and tossed one to Fabio.
“I’m going to go find out who it is, you tell me how to get there.” Joey said, fixing a small device that looked like a small earring into his ear.
“Right…” Fabio grumbled as Joey then ran out of the room.
“Okay…where are you?” Fabio asked as Joey hard him perfectly through the headset.
“Down the hall, check the tracker on the computer, it’ll tell you where I am.” Joey informed, standing there so Fabio could find his place in the large white house.
“Alright...go down the hall to your left.” Fabio told Joey.
Joey had then began to make his way down the hall, running as he his feet hit the ground lightly.
“Okay...there’s a fork coming up, take another left.” Fabio told him.
Joey and Fabio had been doing this for about ten minuets before Joey had stood in front of a door.
“Alright...the computer should be behind the door.” Fabio informed Joey.
Joey had quickly opened the door to meet darkness; he had then reached to the wall and felt a light switch.
When Joey had flicked a switch with his index finger he looked around the room to see a fading yellow wallpaper and there on a small poker table sat an open laptop, humming softly as Joey approached it.
“I found it and…” Joey paused and looked down to see a small yellow disk the size of a cracker.
“A memory disk?” Joey had then noted that it had been written in sloppy handwriting, ‘deleted files’ on the front.
“Fabio…I found the files and they’re on a small memory disk.” Joey whispered as he poked his head out into the hallway.
“You better hurry back before anyone notices you left.”
“Got it,” Joey mumbled as he began to make his way back, the memory disk tight in his hand.

Meanwhile the president was making a statement as the young man in his early thirties standing next to him, looking at the reporters.
“I assure you all, we’ve been through worse and I’m sure we can get through this.” The president stated, looking at all the reporters.

“Fabio…I think I’m lost,” Joey muttered as he looked left and right through the halls.
“Don’t worry, go right and you’ll see the door you came out of.” Fabio assured him.
“Okay, got it.” Joey grumbled as he began to run down the hall.
“You better hurry, if we put this into the computer so we can get out of here.”
Joey had then burst into the room, a bead of sweat falling down his forehead. He then quickly walked over to Fabio and dropped the small memory disk in front of him,
“There…” Joey grumbled as Fabio quickly popped it into the computer.
“Nice work Joe,” Fabio thanked as he quickly popped it into the computer.
The computer quickly read the disk and then Fabio pulled up some small window. He quickly read and Fabio smirked to himself.
“Did we get it?” huffed out Joey as he continued to sit in his chair.
“Yeah, we got it.”

The president was now walking into the White House again until a security officer ran up to him quickly.
“Sir, the hackers got the files back!” the officer exclaimed.
The president then began to make his way to the computer room, rushing himself to see the two young men that managed to help save their country.
The president then burst in to scare Fabio and Joey; the two stared at him with wide eyes and Joey look like he was about to say something.
“You two did it? You got back the files?” the president asked, looking at the two with wide, questioning eyes.
Fabio and Joey nodded slowly; the president then smiled broadly and sighed.
“But sir…we found a copy of the files in another room and we found the computer that hacked into yours here…in the Whitehouse.” Fabio explained slowly.
The president’s face hardened again and he took in a deep sigh, before he then said, “Take me to the room.”

Joey then led the two down the hall to show the small room that had the laptop. Joey stood in front of the door and slowly opened it to show the small laptop still humming.
“I know that computer,” the president whispered softly as Joey sat down in front of it and looked at the screen.
“Where do you know it from?” Fabio asked the president as he looked over at Joey.
“I gave it to my assistant,” the president whispered. Fabio then suddenly remembered the man that always was following the president around like a lost little puppy.
Joey then shut down the computer with one touch of the computer and then soft humming of the laptop was then silenced.