He stood staring at the image intently. Nice. Her image would make a great addition to his collection. The data on her was patchy to say the least. She had managed to erase most of her existence from the data stream. Most, but not all.<br/><br/>His eyes scanned the flow of apparently random binary digits as they danced like electronic fireflies over his vision. Reaching out a virtual hand he plucked a stream of digits and molded them into a shape, a shape which became an envelope. He opened the envelope and sure enough, there it was. An address.<br/><br/>He conjured up a private messaging construct, taking the form of a small carrier pigeon. With his virtual hands he wrote a simple message on a scrap of paper and attached it to the pigeon's leg. The message simply said:-<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40FF00">Subject located. Send a pest control team to the target's address immediately.</span></span><br/><br/>He attached the address signature to the message and sent the data packet out. It was at that point a small proximity alarm sounded in the air around him.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40FF00">"What the? Oh fuck!"</span><br/><br/>Although he was quick to jack out the momentary dump shock left him so disorientated that he could barely make out the grinning figure wielding a pair of very sharp looking swords either side of his neck. The second thing he noticed was how warm and friendly the half-asian man's smile seemed. And how white his teeth were.<br/><br/><span style="color: #40BFBF">"Time's up, motherfucker!"</span>, the man said cheerfully in a New York accent before slicing the hacker's head off.<br/><br/>The sword wielding maniac watched with amusement as the head, eyes wide and mouth open in a silent scream went bounding across the room. The body twitched twice before falling over the data terminal it was sat at. Reaching into his left breast pocket the sword-wielding assassin calmly wiped the splatters of blood from his own face before casually pushing the body aside. Another jackhead? Well I suppose it made sense, fight fire with fire.<br/><br/>Luckily, there was also a screen and keyboard. Whistling a happy tune to himself the assassin pulled the data currently on the screen. He laughed. It was quite funny really, the girl had been so careful to keep her identity hidden from both their superiors and his and yet she had revealed her IP address during a simple virus purge in the databanks of a bloody restaurant of all places.<br/><br/>He quickly accessed a government-secure data node and sent a quick message.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic"><span style="color: #40BFBF">They've located her. I've neutralized the sniffer dog but the hunters are on their way. No time to do a proper clean up. Send out the dry cleaners. My expenses just went up.<br/><br/>Kill you later.<br/><br/>Yours,<br/><br/>Mr. Nice.</span></span><br/><br/>***<br/><br/>A quick shower and clothes change later found Mr. Nice sitting in a tram, reading the local newspaper from an electronic data pad whilst waiting for it to reach the main stop between the restaurant and the address that he had pulled from the dead hacker's terminal.