Suddenly, a thought popped into his head. Of course, that's what he always wasnted, wasn't it? Immediately, he pulled up a web browser. And typed in the address for the Pentagon database...
.....
Far away, in Arlington, alarms blared as the database was hacked by an unknown source.
"What the HELL is going on!" Yelled the Chariman of the Joint Cheifs of Staff.
"Sir!" Called back a technician working at a computer frantically. "Our main database is being hacked. All of our classified documents are being copied to an unknown source."
"God Damnnit! Stop it!"
"I'm trying sir, but all of our defenses are absoultely useless! I's trying to get a fragment of the hacking program's code."
Suddenly the alarms stopped. The Chariman looked down at the technician. "Well, did you stop it?"
"Um...no sir. It got everything."
There was a breif silence, then the Chairman yelled, "GET ME LANGLEY! GET ME FORT MEADE! GET ME THE FBI! GET ME THE WHITE HOUSE! GET ME CONGRESS! I WANT EVERY COUNTRY TO TELL ME WHAT's GOING ON! I WASNT..."
"Sir, I don't think that's going to help."
"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT!?"
"I'm looking at this code and it's...nothing."
"WHAT?"
"The code, it... doesn't exist. It's not digital. It's not binary, trinary, or whatever the hell it is. It's nothing..."
There was a long, pregnant pause.
"Damnit, the MECDC..."
He walked down the hallway in a trance to his office. Men were scrambling around, yelling their heads off. He knew it wouldn't do them any good. Nothing can beat a MECDC, he was there when it was discovered. Damn...
He stumbled into his office and sat at his desk. He picked up a stapler from his desk and said into it.
"Get me Laurel, Delaware"