Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 37

Chapter 37: Chaotic Combo:The Briefing

"Alright team, the job today might be the hardest we’ve ever done so far." Tag stood in front of his team, with their mission objectives displayed on the monitor behind him.

The screen displayed three objectives, hack, copy and sabotage.

"Our client wants three things from us," Tag explained, "first we break into the target, copy every single line of relevant code and leave behind a kill switch which would be used at a later time."

Before Tag could say anything else, a hand went up from the couch where the team of six sat.

"OH! OH! Tag! Quick question!"

Tag didn’t even need to look to know who it was. He closed his eyes for a moment and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"What is it, Zero?"

Zero grinned, legs swinging with barely-contained energy as he sat on the couch. He was the youngest on the team—eighteen, but looked and acted five years younger when excited.

He had on a baggy hoodie that covered his entire frame. His hazel eyes excitedly fixed on Tag indirectly informing him that he had taken one too many cups of coffee.

"I mean, yeah, we’re breaking into something, but like—what is the thing? What’s the target here?" he asked, blinking innocently. "You said it’s a system, right? But like... system as in server farm? Military-grade? CIA honeytrap? A bank? The monster that keeps eating my socks?"

"I was getting to that—" Tag began.

"Well, you’re slow." Zero rolled his eyes before sitting back, arms crossed. "You gotta keep up, man. My attention span is like—" he snapped his fingers, "—that fast."

He only calmed down and sat still when Nico placed a hand on his head full of white hair and started gently patting it.

Nico was their unofficial wrangler. She was the only one who could easily calm Zero’s coffee induced energy spike.

"Shh," She said softly, still ruffling Zero’s hair. "Let the grown-up speak."

Zero made a humming sound but didn’t protest. He slumped against Nico’s side like a docile cat, turning mercifully quiet.

It made sense since she was the oldest female of the group, so she was their unofficial mother figure.

Like Spectra, she had short hair, but hers was black and neatly cut, with a couple of silver streaks running through her bangs.

She was skilled in planting malwares or viruses, allowing them access into any system that they targeted, no matter how secured.

Tag let out a sigh of relief, muttering something under his breath before tapping the keyboard. The slide changed.

Onscreen, a single name appeared in bold letters:

Sentinel

"This," Tag said firmly, "is our target. Sentinel is an advanced cybersecurity suite developed by a ghost startup called OmniTech. Well, a ghost until a few days ago."

"The advertised capabilities of this Sentinel is what’s causing a buzz right now and although its fame is currently being controlled, it’d cause a headache for our client’s boss if this software was released and could perform even half of what was promised."

He took a small pause, waiting for the second interruption but it surprisingly didn’t come, so he continued "and that’s where we come i—"

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