Andrea kept hoping that some of her contacts would be able to help her with the messages she had been finding around the Deep Web. She had sent messages to her contacts in Nepal and to a friend at the FBI. Somthing wasn’t adding up and it was bugging her. Being a freelancer hacker had its perks. She got to work at home and he an objective eye for some major companies. Looking the clock, Andrea got up from her computer chair and changed into some nicer clothes so she could go visit her aging grandmother. It broke her heart that her grandma was getting worse and hoped that today was a good day.