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It was annoying that the situation had demanded Abaddon’s physical presence in New South Wales.
However, it was a necessary evil, both to ensure Nick Davies did not escape and to guarantee Alan Watson reaped his due reward in Griffith.
And it was exhilarating being caught up in the chase. Watching Davies meet Vengador at the airport without either of them knowing I was standing less than five metres away was nerve-wracking, though trying to follow Vengador the way he drove was reckless on another level.
When Vengador dropped Davies off at that hotel, Abaddon assumed it was because he wanted the professional killer to have an external means of escape if required.
Of course, Abaddon knew it would be necessary.
And when.
After all, Abaddon was the spider in the centre of the web, pulling each string when needed to ensure the cyber puppets all played their part in bringing about the downfall of Nick Davies.
It had been electrifying to see Davies on every news channel a few hours later, head down and hands bound with handcuffs.
He thought he was invincible, a king of the world who could do whatever he wanted. Men were supposed to follow in his shadow, and women swoon at his feet.
The Spider had met too many of them, both online and in the world of flesh and blood.
And Davies is one of the most arrogant I’ve come across.
The Agency hitman was everything that typified self-proclaimed alpha males.
They think they’re invincible until mere mortals like moi prove they’re not.
Thankfully, no one queried why the BMW Davies hijacked had stopped as it did. Abaddon had the control app minimised before the police officer patiently explained to the apparently confused driver what happened after Davies disappeared on that kid’s electric scooter.
It meant losing the car as it underwent forensic investigation.
However, that wasn’t a problem. It was merely a hire car that did the job I rented it for under one of my many fake identities.
Consequently, a replacement car was required for the trip to Griffith the next day, though it had always been accounted for in the Spider’s meticulously detailed plan.
As expected, the seven-hour road trip to the small rental unit proved uneventful.
Once set up, Abaddon remoted into Watson’s laptop to spy on his activities. Watching the British hacker’s face through his own webcam was amusing. The Spider could tell Watson was fearful of a knock at the door. Yet, the self-satisfied smirk that kept appearing on the Brit’s face as he worked on 831 revealed his true nature.
I understand your rage at the world, Alan Watson. However, I only destroy those who try to hurt me – I don’t blame everyone who reminds me of my pain.
The Spider had been entertained watching Watson’s race to get 831 operational. As far as Alan Watson was concerned, only Davies knew he had 831’s secret. And Davies’ word was worthless after the elaborate scheme Abaddon cooked up to destroy the CIA agent’s credibility.
However, lul was unaware that Abaddon had hidden access to his computers from before their days in The Shadow.
He also had no idea that Abaddon had stolen 831 from his laptop.
Most importantly, he knew not that Abaddon had 831 functioning.
When the captive cat’s head blew up in front of Watson’s webcam, Abaddon knew it was time to act. Despite his unforgivable cruelty, the hacked hacker was not as dumb as he looked.
I expected the Englishman to take at least another day.
It was important to the Spider that Watson saw 831’s effect in flesh and blood. That was the only way he would comprehend what was coming as it slapped him in the face.
So, when Abaddon released 831 through lul’s monitor and speakers, the British hacker’s suffering was eagerly recorded.
The Spider lost sight of the deserving victim when he collapsed to the floor soon after and was concerned that the punishment had gone too far, too soon.
Time to check Mister Watson’s state and capture some definitive photographic evidence for 831’s eventual subscribers.
After packing and making the five-minute drive in the hire car, Abaddon arrived at Watson’s house to confirm the outcome.
It didn’t take long to pick the lock and walk through the back door as the injured phisherman stirred back to consciousness.
Awake and aware of what had to be the most intense pain, Watson started screaming, oblivious to his observer.
Abaddon ignored the phisherman’s yells – no one else would hear him, not even himself.
The Spider slowly moved around the room to locate the best angles and light as the broken British black hat thrashed helplessly on the floor. The photos of the blood-splattered room and the raw pain evident on what was left of Alan Watson’s face would be great enticements when it came to selling 831’s services online.
Satisfied with the captured evidence, Abaddon placed the camera on the dark granite benchtop and rifled through the drawers.
Finding a suitable tool for lul’s big finale didn’t take long.
Holding the shiny meat tenderiser aloft, the Spider turned to watch Watson’s bloody, eyeless face as the phisherman struggled to his feet, propping himself up on a kitchen cupboard.
It was time for the coup de grâce. 1
Well, my version of it.
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