"4am.. shit.. gotta go mate" is what he mumbled while staring at his shoes, suddenly stealing  his attention, distracting him so he forgot the numbers and symbols running over the computer screen with high speed, he realized he had no shoe laces in his shoes. Slowly he got up with a wide wicked grin as he yelled "see ya later!" rushing off the stairs towards his cheap little car. In his run he managed to get his carkeys from his pocket, showing this was a man that doesn't waste his time and is highly efficient, "vr0om vro0m" his car chuckled as he drove off.
He drove his car to a dark, deserted and hackermovie-like industrial area, slowly turnin onto the parking lot quickly glancing in his rear-mirrors to see if he was being followed... When he took note everything was safe he opened the trunk and took out his laptop computer, walked to the phone-boot and removed the 2 bricks behind it from the pavement. If we would have been looking through his eyes at that very moment we would have seen some red green and blue wires, he pulled a technical trick with scissors and alligator clips. After that he ran back to his car and grabbed a device similiar to a normal house telephone, proceeded hooking up the telephone to the alligator clips and then hooking up his laptop to the device. His laptop beeped, the man lit a cigarette. Once booted he quickly dialed-up to a cheap free provider and went to his /home/ dir, he watched his watch, damn, nearly 6am.. he fired up his ftp client and quickly uploaded a text file to the server....you're reading it now..welcome to Fortress E-Zine part II.

Written for ProjectFortress' digital mag
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