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The stranger started laughing dismissively. With fear in his eyes, Matthew slowly came out from under his desk.

“Who... who are you? What do you want?” Matthew asked very frightened.

“So, you don't even remember me. Just as I thought. No matter. It might be even funnier that way. Does the name Hard Drive mean anything to you?”

Matthew gulped. “You mean... that you are...?”

“Yes,” Hard Drive answered proudly. “I am Hard Drive and for your information: I've just stole Sally from you and swiped your servers clean. Now it's all in here.” He pointed with his finger at his coat. “And there is nothing you can do about it.”

“B.. b.. but why? This is code for a... for a game. How could this be of any interest to someone like you?”

“It has, no doubt. You see, this game code of yours is capable of much more than you can obviously imagine. But you will see soon enough. You know I could have stolen the code from outside, but I wanted you to see how it gets stolen and by whom. So now it's time to say 'Goodbye' to Sally."