I sat watching them slowly surround themselves around the remote cabin in the middle of nowhere. Preparing for their assault on this place. They thought they had been so smart parking two miles away and hiking in. It had taken them over two years to find me. All it had taken was me providing one of them the scent. He sucked it up like a hound dog. The smell of a payoff of a lot of money promised by one did the rest. The wife's family was coming to bring me back home to finalize our divorce. Doing so would make her very rich and for someone like her, perhaps she needed it.
Everything had been done but they needed me to sign off on the agreement before a judge for it to be complete. Until I did, she couldn't marry the son of a bitch I used to call my best friend. I wondered if she had to live off the court-ordered child support which she may be stealing from our children. None of them knew I had been the one that had tipped them off. It was time to begin the ending moves of the game the two of them had started. My wife Rena and her lover boy were about to learn the hard way if their love for each other was as real to them as they thought.
As a result of tipping them off, I had moved what little I had in this location weeks ago and now was watching the live events unfolding via a video link. I was in a hotel ten miles away registered under an assumed name paying cash. As soon as what I planned was done, I would be on the road again to my permanent unknown location. I hit the button and the screen went black. The bomb went off causing the cabin to collapse in upon itself. When the smoke cleared there would nothing left but slivers of wood and the very strong smell of methane gas coming from the hole in the ground. It would make them very angry knowing I had escaped them again.
A quick phone call to the local police shop told them about a meth shop just having been blown up because of the moving of their operation. You will find their vehicles filled with the equipment and chemicals needed ten miles down on county 789north. With that done I finished loading the truck heading out for my residence.
When the ownership of the property was followed up on it would be learned that it is owned by an offshore limited company whose shareholders were the same people they arrested and their future brother in law. My five brothers-in-law and my wife's lover had just bought themselves a lot of unwanted problems.
My wife would be receiving in a few hours a delayed text message from a burner phone that said: Sorry you blew it again thanks to one of your loyal friend's guilt. I was sending it because I knew it would drive the bitch crazy. Not for the need for revenge. Perhaps the very words they had said to me so long ago would come back to haunt them. "Why tell the truth when our lies have tied you up forever." It was fun to prove them wrong.
I loved the dark web it kept me motivated and with lots of cash. It was fun being a designer of new programs with no names. My latest one was going to be a real hit because no one knew it existed. Its results would be found in my wives and best friends' home computer hidden in their private cloud account when their home computer was confiscated. My son had uploaded it unknowingly when he opened an email from one of his gamer friends which I was one of many. Most gamers know you don't use your real name, neither did I on the dark web. My broker had it in his hands to market it when the program was talked about in the media. Because of what I was he knew in time it would. Those manufactured pictures they held in files that they used to blackmail me into submission when opened at a new location would dissolve to reveal the hunter and huntress in unexplainable situations.
I had coded them with a new program that restored the altered photos to their original condition. Leaving a step by step visible record of what changes had done to the original photo to end up with what they did. Most don't know that everything created on a computer left a digital coded imprint not ever seen. My new program reversed the process leaving a visible written record showing what was done to convert the original photo and when. That was why I had run. I needed the time to create a way to clear my name.
At one time I had been legit working as a partner with my wife's boyfriend and lover who had once been my best friend. Now I am the darkness they created and worth a lot more than when I was at the time of my disappearance. I lived off the grid drawing what I needed from a swiss numbered account. All funds going into it were routed through twenty-seven different countries every day in different ways. No pattern could be discovered. I forwarded what I created to a broker who named it and knew me only by a coded number. Once a day automatic a computer would send him a routing number that would start the transfer. Three days later it would have gone through four bank accounts and twenty-seven countries. Before being deposited in its final location.
What started all of this. Why ask me I'm a racist. I must be I didn't have the right point of view according to most of the mass media and one political party. If you did not accept their doctrines as if they were the gospel of Jesus Christ then you were a racist because you stood againt their belief. Thus, it was perfectly acceptable for them to do what they wanted to do to me. Repeat the lie long enough even the creator of it will believe it. When the truth finally comes out less than ten percent will hear it and one percent of that will believe it. I had learned that truth and honesty meant nothing. What's in it for me was now humanity's battle cry? Even in a one to one relationship.
They thought they'd been so smart. My ex thought she had me good because she believed that most computer geeks were too intelligent to see what was right before them. I admit that half of my share of half the company we owned that was going public would have been a nice cut for her. Thankfully I had sold out to a private investor before she got the court ruling giving three-quarters of my half. Sticking the cash in a trust account managed by others to pay for our three children's court-ordered child support which totaled five thousand dollars a month until they turned legal age which was twenty-one.
How good am I well the Russian Mafia had bought a program from me that added five cents to the cost of every international wire transaction of which there were millions of every day. That five cents were transferred while in-route to a secret location. Their startup cost was nothing, but they paid my broker the top revenue generated for their best day for the previous year times five. After his cut I still made millions. Our democratic president got riled up, as a result, North Korea got blamed for that. They estimated the take at sixty billion dollars, but they had missed a zero or two. They got it shut down for a day or two at best and thought they had been so smart. I laughed at them because I had given the Russians sixteen different ways to skim the system daily. They had only found one.
Going public for the former firm I had owned was a huge success. The private investor took my advice and sold out. Getting forty percent more than the original offer price at the end of the second day before closing. Six months later the problems started. Four years later the outcome was complete.
The problem was that I was the creator of it all, my best friend the pitchman. All it took was a few strokes from a keyboard and four years later the now-public company I no longer owned went into bankruptcy. In all the code created to create these apps, I had created a back door. Through it, in mass, I dropped a hidden attachment program that would cause it to gradually over time drop code until they stopped functioning and became a piece of trash. Even updating the program wouldn't save it. It needed to be erased and replaced to be corrected. They spent millions trying to fix it using smart people who could not think of something so simple like this. The stock value kept dropping until bankruptcy won out. In their brilliance, they could not think of doing the obvious.
Who cared if for a few years I had to live off of the gird? I had always loved the outdoors. I had the money and I was having fun. My wife and best friend must be enjoying the game of love. I did I was loving what I was doing to them.
