Digging Their Own Grave

It was obvious that this was a young, whimsical mercenary. If they were going to try and steal it, then they should have just done it. Despite that, they had the gall to announce it ahead of time. Weren't they just digging their own grave? Just then, however, the screen flickered again. It was the same sentence as before. "At three o'clock tonight, I'm going to take the bone whistle." There was a hint of conceit in those words. It was as if they were certain that they were going to get it. It wasn't only the huge LCD screen in the living room. The rest of the computers started up on their own and the same sentence appeared on those screens as well. The TV turned on for no reason with the same sentence. Even the projector was showing those words. All the screens in the villa had been overtaken by the mysterious hacker. Clement yelled, "Turn it off! Turn everything off!" "We can't, Boss..." The servants tried to turn it off, but it was useless. Clement was furious. He shouted at the big