Scene: FBI Internal Ops Center – Washington D.C.
Red lights. Alarms. Panic.
An alert ripples through the FBI's top-tier systems:
"Agent EVAN MARLOW — ACCESS BREACH DETECTED."Reported by: Username: NUKE.EXE
"Sir," a desk agent calls out. "Someone using Evan's clearance tried to ping a deep archive on Eden... It was flagged and reported internally by NUKE."
Director Jensen storms in.
"Find Marlow. Now."
Cut to: Evan pacing in a crappy hostel room in Lisbon.
Kodi, laying back on the bed, shirtless, munching pastel de nata.
"Heh," Kodi smirked. "Kid really is mine."
Evan (panicking):
"He got into my credentials?! That's years of trust ruined!"
Kodi laughed. Like, full-snort laugh.
"That's the kind of thing I would do. He didn't even leak your files—he tattled. That's funnier."
Evan froze. "He's got access. He outed me. I'm on a watchlist now."
Kodi leaned forward, still grinning. "Then send them a message."
Evan: "What kind of message?!"
Kodi (dead serious, but also definitely trolling):
"Telegram. Say this exactly: 'Having family troubles ❤️.'""Trust me. The emoji is essential."
Evan: "Kodi. They're going to think I've gone rogue."
Kodi (winking): "Good. That'll buy you 72 hours. Enough for me to go dark and dive deep."
Cut to: FBI analyst reading the message aloud.
"He sent a telegram. 'Having family troubles. Heart emoji.' What does that even mean?"
Director Jensen, sipping coffee:
"...It means Kodi's back."
Scene: Kodi Alone, Deep Web Node
Kodi sits in a dark digital space. Multiple virtual machines humming.
NUKE's code is splattered across the screen. Erratic, brilliant. Almost poetic.
Kodi whispers to himself:
"You think you can outsmart me, kiddo?"
He begins typing.
"Let's see how much of me is in you."
Then, Kodi opens a hidden file from 11 years ago. Something called:
"LOV3B1TCH_RealName_TempKey.old"
Just before executing it, he grins.
"Time to meet Mom."