Damien made his way back to his room and sank into his bed. He pulled out the new laptop.
First things first—he needed another persona.
A new identity.
Nothing he did could ever be traced back to Damien Morningstar.
His public image had to remain pristine. If anything, he needed it cleaner than ever—for his future plans this was definitely necessary.
He knew that if he was going to start walking down this path—criminal activity, possibly murder—he had to stay ahead of the enforcement agencies… especially since profiling, surveillance, data tracking were the go to method with finding suspects.
So, with his useful IT knowledge although limited and a little , he got to work.
He covered the webcam. Turned on a VPN. Then began the setup.
New email. Fresh crypto wallet. Darknet credentials. A new name.
Norman Black. AKA The Broker.
He logged into GhostComm, the anonymous encrypted comms platform.
Then he went back to the Broker's dark web profile and started building his image.
Since he wanted to be a ("Middleman" or "broker") in the criminal underworld he needed to project trust, discretion, and ruthless efficiency—while also protecting himself from both clients and contractors.
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THE BROKER
High-Stakes Fixer | Discreet transaction Guaranteed.
» SERVICES «
Weapons – (Selling and Buying of untraceable weapons, vehicles)
Wet Work – verified professionals only.
Data/Theft/Blackmail – (Corporate leaks, compromising evidence extraction)
» CLIENTS «
Syndicates / Crime organisations.Corporations (Deniable operations only)Private Parties (Vetted, with deposit)
» RULES «
No real names. Ever.No face-to-face. GhostComm only.Payment upfront in Monero (XMR).Breach the rules, and you're gone—permanently.
» NOW HIRING «
Wet Work Pros - Must provide proof of past work (e.g., encrypted police report, news clipping).Extractors – pilots, drivers, ops teams.Hackers – need real-world bypassers, not script kiddies.
Apply via:
GhostComm: broker-7XG@GhostComm
"I don't pull triggers. I don't ask why. I take the money and fix the problem."
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*Knock knock knock.*
Damien closed the page on the laptop and looked toward the door. "Aria, come in."
Aria stepped in, raising an eyebrow when she saw the laptop still open. "Wow. You're actually doing something that isn't sin-related this afternoon?"
Damien chuckled, but his expression turned serious fast. "I need your help, Aria. With something important."
The change in tone sobered her up immediately. "What do you need?"
"I need you to dig into a group of people," he said. "Everything. History, connections, everything possible. I can't give you details just yet, but…"
"You need me involved," she said, cutting him off softly. "What are we doing?"
"Yeah..."
There was a pause. Damien debated before saying more.
'Lying to her would keep this more secretive but...'
'Should I tell her… I mean I will still have to tell her in the end.'
'Telling her could make her mad… but I don't think what I am able to do now is secured enough… I lack the required IT skills to operate something so secretive and if I fail and this blows back at us it would be catastrophic.'
'It would be worse than just getting in a fight with her.'
'Might as well tell and see her reaction.'
'Given her love for Dam… me she most likely wouldn't report me for this.'
'Do I really want to take that gamble…'
but he knew he couldn't keep this up long term so…
He handed her the laptop.
Aria sat down and began scrolling through what he'd written. With each line, her expression grew more serious. Then she looked up.
"Don't you have enough money?"
"This isn't about money," Damien said quietly. "It's about survival. Something's coming, and I don't think we have more than two years before the world turns upside down."
He sighed. "If there was another way, I'd take it. You know me—I'd rather spend my live with pleasure forever. But this… it's bigger than just me. You and your dad, you're my family. I don't want anything happen to either of you."
She studied him for a moment. She had seen it a few moments ago, he was struggling to tell her.
Although she hadn't seen any issue with the operation he had set up so far it was better if she was helping him with this… that was safer than him running solo.
Then she said, "Fine. I'll help. But one rule... no killing kids."
Damien blinked. "Honestly, I was expecting 'no hurting innocents.'"
Aria looked away, her voice low. "I'm sweet, Damien. Not blind. If someone's coming for you or dad… I'll do what I have to."
Moved, Damien set the laptop aside and pulled her into his arms. Their faces were close, breath mingling.
He hugged her.
Flustered, she pulled back and stood up quickly. "My dad's waiting downstairs. I actually came to say it's lunchtime."
Damien gave her a real smile. "When do we get started?"
"I'll help you set it all up," she said. "Three days. That's all I need to get the system running for you." She narrowed her eyes.
"I'm surprised you even got this far without screwing something up. How?"
"I watch you work. Turns out you're kind of inspiring."
As they walked toward the door—
*Pah!*
Damien's palm landed on her ass.
She squeaked, half angry, half flustered.
He grinned.
'First gamble successful.'