The Throwaways

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I don't need you anymore.

Blackjack here.

Your favorite white hat hacker.

I don't need you anymore.

It's been a busy morning,

waging my one-man war against jihadists,

ass-hats and oppressive regimes.

Today's lucky winner is Al Shamuhk,

a jihadi recruiting and training website

masquerading as a legitimate

news organization.

They're about to get their

terrorist-sympathizing buttholes

handed to them.

Now I'm on to my next target.

So, send me your recommendations

because I'm taking requests.

Blackjack out.

Erik.

Oh, man. You're still here?

I thought I was too late.

Too late for your birthday party?

You blue-lined, man.

They're coming.

No.

Look, I just found out, man. I'm sorry.

Listen, if we don't get to speak again,

I just want to let you know

that I think what you've

been doing is noble.

Crazy, but brave.

There's no way they...

Good luck, brother.

Son of a b*tch.

Son of a b*tch.

Ahab, you there?

Aye aye, captain.

Automated helmet Bluetooth link activated.

He's running, he's running!

Ahab, activate shredder!

Shredder activated.

Ahab, scan vehicles!

Search for Wi-Fi and Bluetooth exploits!

Showing vehicles

vulnerable to multiple exploits.

All right.

Let's test their brakes then.

Ahab, shut these guys down!

1962 Russian military vehicle.

No known exploits.

Hands up! Hands up!

Hands up!

Come on, not the bag.

Come on now.

Come on, guys.

I'm scared of the dark.

How you doing?

Holden.

I thought you were retired.

- Yeah, I was.

- Well, what the hell are you doing here?

Well, I'm guessing that they liked me a lot

and probably needed me,

just like you might need me.

And why exactly do I need you?

Well, that way, you can keep

from wearing your ass as a hat.

Let's see. "Who is Blackjack?"

Let us read.

"A lone-wolf patriot waging

a one-man cyber-war against a-holes."

Now, I've known you since you were 14.

What is this crap?

Have you seen my operating tempo?

Three targets in a month.

SOCOM is not amused.

So, they're arresting me?

That's brilliant.

They should be pinning a medal to my chest.

I wanted to pin

a waterboard on your back, Drew.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Are you Holden's new b*tch?

You think this is funny?

Some kind of a joke? Hmm?

No. Not at all, Agent Dolce.

Is Agent Gabbana close by?

Chicago's pitch black, Drew,

200,000 out of power.

Someone changed

the operating cycle on the generator,

causing it to go out of control.

We don't fix this in six hours,

the plant will have

irreversible damage, you understand?

Chicago will be pitch black for weeks.

Schools, hospitals, police stations.

- You get it?

- Okay, yeah.

So, what does this have to do with me?

Cyber-attacks. Someone hacked the plant.

And this is your new golden boy?

They can't hack that kind of thing.

This has to be an implant.

He's right. It's an implant.

Do you happen to recognize it?

- That's Pantheon.

- I see.

Up till a few hours ago,

we thought it was you.

No, this is impossible.

You can't use Pantheon

without the encryption key.

You lost the key?

- You created it. You can stop it.

- No.

No, no, I can't.

That's the whole point. You need the key.

If you have it, you control the implant.

If you don't, some jihadi prick

- gets to rule the world.

- All right, listen.

What's our next course of action?

Stop shaving and learn Arabic.

Now, listen.

Let me ask you something.

And I want an honest answer.

This is really important

to me and it's even more important to you.

- Did you put in a back-door?

- No.

No, if I'd put in a back-door, that would've

been illegal and I would've gone to jail.

You're going to jail anyway.

If there were a back-door, and I'm not

saying that there is because there isn't,

but if there were, I would want a signed

immunity agreement before I revealed it.

Holy sh*t,

you really lost the key?

I thought you were bluffing

to get the back-door.

This is really bad, you guys.

Do you have any idea what's gonna happen?

Yeah, there's a back-door.

Just uncuff me so that I can use it.

"REPORTER".

With the entire city left in the dark,

it may have been a cyber-attack.

I could double the speed.

Destroy it right now if you want.

Bring Chicago to its knees.

Crews now scrambling to figure out

what caused the massive power outage.

Police are on tactical alert

as the fear and violence

is starting to grow.

I doubted you.

But this is going to make you a rich boy.

We appreciate your interest.

Start the bidding at 10 million.

What?

Great, so I'll tell him.

Thank you.

Everyone, problem's over.

Power will be on in five minutes.

No damage.

- All right.

- Good job.

Way to go, kid.

What are you talking about?

That back-door crap. It worked.

- I didn't do anything.

- What?

I was locked out.

I was locked out.

Whoever stole the key patched the...

Patched the back-door.

They're good.

They're leagues better than

anyone you have working at SOCOM.

I've been scrambling to

find another way in,

but without the encrypted key,

there's nothing I can do.

What are you saying?

I'm saying that whoever has Pantheon

turned it off themselves. Not me.

Wait a minute.

Why would they do that?

That was a test run.

They're showing what Pantheon can do.

Pantheon is an implant.

An implant is like a worm,

only with a PhD and a nuke

strapped to its back.

We introduce it to a network

and it propagates from there.

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