Crossed

"Call me Rae; it's easier," I've said more times than I can remember.

No one knows that Rae is short for Raven, the name I've used as a cover for my hacking activities since before I was even a teenager.

If you need information, any kind of information on anyone, I'm the digitized voice on the other end of the phone or the email that comes from nowhere. I can provide you with any morsel of data you need, even if getting it requires breaking the law.

For the past five years, I've been moving constantly and am worn out, ready for a break. Little did I know when I decided to go home for a few days, that a series of events would drag me into the world my father had brutally prepared me for, even though I've been running from it my entire life.

The only question is, am I prepared enough to survive?