Xhairs read through the Grid forums compilation once again and frowned. This was odd, and not good in any way imaginable. He chewed thoughtfully on his cigare and pulled the important data together to a single file. His fingers raced across the Holo-board, typing up a message and set it to be delivered to s specific news terminal at a specific time. He attached the file and encrypted and boobytrapped the message to do a virtual self destruct if intercepted before sending it off through the Grid. He put out the remaining stump of the cigare before grabbing his trusty old Hellfury and heading for Borealis.
"Well son, it´s time to earn that million i payed you in advance."
In 20K an unsuspecting news terminal passed the message and info on. Thin lips formed an unplesant smile under a balaclava. It was finaly time to cause some damage, and earn another good lump of Credits.
