Handler XX: Stock Maestro

"Sign-in to Wallen Palace. Meet Target. Time limit, 10 days. Bonus rewards will be given"

What?

He paused, confused

The Kraven Empire's Royal Palace?

How the fuck do I get there?

And who is this Target that I have to meet?

The Emperor?

That can't be---

"Trent" Anton called out, snapping him back to reality

"Y–Yeah" he blinked, continuing down the stairs

"What's this place?" Anton scanned around, picking a book from the shelf,

"A Library?"

"Well... That" Trent chuckled, glancing at his phone as it buzzed.

Oh. It got automatically connected to the safe network.

"Does your phone work?" he asked Marie

"Uh..." She turned her phone on,

"Nope"

"Mine doesn't either" Anton looked at his

"Okay" he chuckled

So it's only my phone.

"Musk..." Trent called out, walking towards the computer

HELLO, SIR

Musk replied, booting the computer screen on

"Whoa..." Marie gasped walking to the computer, "That's the super computer?"

"Supercomputer?" Anton looked at Trent, dropping the book back on the shelf.

I SEE YOU'VE BROUGHT GUESTS, SIR

Musk chuckled, proceeding to scan their voices

MARIE ACKERMAN. DAUGHTER OF MORLOV SANCHEZ AND WIFE TO TRENT ACKERMAN— ILLUSTRIOUS BUSINESS WOMAN AND AGENT FOR THE HANDLER PROGRAM.

"What?" Anton's eyes widened, turning to Trent sharply as he reached where they stood.

"You didn't have to scan them now" Trent muttered, turning his face away

SORRY, SIR

"Wait..." Marie's brow raised as she turned to Trent, "How much does it know?"

"You want to know everything?"

"...Yes. I need to see how it works"

"Me too" Anton cut in, "It might be a threat to us so---"

"It's not a threat" Trent interrupted with a sigh

"I guess I'll need to do a bit of briefing"

"That..." Marie paused, glancing at the computer

"That will be necessary"

Anton nodded silently, holding his chin up as he turned to the computer

"So..." Trent cleared his throat,

"This is Musk— Super Artificial Intelligence system created by Seren Rotschen---"

"Seren Rotschen?" Marie looked at him

"The Senator that died following your first mission?" Anton raised his head to look at him.

"Yes..." Trent exhaled,

"You already know that Senator Seren Rotschen was a Scientist— AI developer, Hacker... Cool dude"

"...Yeah. He's one of the country's best. Even won a Clementine award"

"Yes" Trent nodded, "What you might not know, was that Seren Rotschen became a politician as a form of experiment"

"Experiment?" Marie tilted her head,

"Who goes into such a tough and dangerous game for some experiment?"

"Rotschen" he chuckled,

"One very curious old Man that decided that he wanted to study the greed of world movers— politicians"

"That's one very weird reason to be involved in something like that" Anton cut in

"He was good though..." He chuckled, "Played the game all up to the Senate house"

"I guess it paid off a bit" Anton mused.

"So this is what he made... How much does the abilities of this system cover?"

"It... You know what? I'll just show you" Trent exhaled

"Musk. Run a background check on both of them— Short but on point"

OKAY SIR. I WILL PROCEED IMMEDIATELY.

"So, we just let it run and tell us what it finds out? There's no way it is as good as the systems we---"

ANTON. 52 YEARS OLD. HANDLER 002, YEAR 50. FATHER OF TRENT ACKERMAN---

"How does it already know that?" Anton gasped

"...It knows everything in the Internet— calls, messages... As long as it's near a device connected to the internet

"Damn..." Marie mused

"Continue, Musk"

ROMANTIC PARTNER— WANDA KRAVENBERCH.

CURRENT BRANCH HEAD OF BRANCH 27, HANDLER PROGRAM, CHARIS CITY.

"Doesn't this make it... Dangerous?" Anton muttered, glancing at Trent.

"It is safe..." Trent chuckled.

"Musk... Who has prime access to your controls?"

PRIME ACCESS TO MUSK BELONGS TO YOU— TRENT ACKERMAN.

SUB ACCESS TO XANDER FERTE AND ANGELA REYNOLDS.

"Angela?" Marie turned to him,

"I already told you. She was one of Seren Rotschen's students— she and Xander"

"The Butler?" Anton's brow furrowed,

"He's go sub access to... this?"

"Yeah. He's somebody I trust with the system"

A bit softhearted.

He must've seen everything to destroy Felix Umber but decided to scare him instead.

It's no problem though.

"And who's Angela Reynolds?"

"Another friend" he chuckled,

"I've got a small circle of really interesting friends"

"You... sure do"

"Continue, Musk" Trent turned to the computer

FINDS HIS RECENT POSITION AS A BURDEN AND LIKES RASPBERRIES OR CHOCOLATES WITH WHISKEY TO EASE---

"That's enough" Anton cut in

THE STRESS OF THE WORK---

"Tell it to stop" he turned to Trent

FELL INTO ALCOHOLISM WHEN---

"Now!"

"Stop, Musk" Trent ordered, chuckling.

"Chocolate and Whiskey, huh?" Marie mused, with a grin, "Classic taste"

"Those are just some basic things" Anton muttered

"I could tell it to continue— all your missions, activities, purchases, secret dealings, bank details" Trent chuckled, "Want to see?"

"...No"

"It can do bank details?" Marie's eyes brightened immediately

"...Yeah, It can" Trent looked at her

"Got anything in mind?"

She thought silently for a while,

"Felix Umber" She muttered

"He's been giving you problems yeah? Don't you want to wipe him out completely?"

"That's---"

"An evil genius idea" Trent mused, interrupting Anton

"Yeah?" Marie chuckled, nodding her head.

"He's already going through so much shit that the only thing he's got left is his money" she chuckled with a crooked smile

"What if... We take that too?"

"Oh? That's---"

"That's too much?" Anton cut in,

"I'm sure he's already in shit over whatever you pulled. There's---"

"You don't sound like a Handler Chief right now, Man" Marie sighed, frustrated

"Yeah, Man. Want to know what he told me that day?" Trent shook his head

"You're a handler" he changed his voice, trying to imitate Felix Umber's,

"Handle this"

"That jerk" Marie growled.

"That doesn't mean we have to---"

"Think about it, Dad..." Trent held Anton's shoulder,

"I won't have to pay the programs from my pocket if I get access to all his cash. Which we all know isn't clean"

Anton exhaled, looking at them

What a catastrophic duo.

"Let's see... If it works then"

"Now you're talking" Marie rubbed her palm against each other, excitedly

"Let's have fun, golden boy"

"Alrighty..." Trent laughed softly.

"Musk... Find out all bank information on Westeron's Congressman, Felix Umber— known and secret"

UNDERSTOOD, SIR.

After a few seconds, information flooded the screen— bank details of Umber across the globe

HERE YOU GO, SIR. ALL BANK INFORMATION ABOUT WESTERON'S CONGRESSMAN, FELIX UMBER.

"Damn..." Marie mused as she looked at the screen. "Different offshore accounts with so many different names. How did it get all these informations in seconds"

"It's that smart" Trent chuckled.

"That dangerous" Anton muttered, looking at the screen.

This is an ability that the systems designed for the program cannot replicate.

"Musk..." Trent glanced at Anton,

"Create a very way to move money. One that can't be traced"

UNDERSTOOD, SIR. I'LL MINT A PRIVATE TOKEN ON A DECENTRALIZED CHAIN, RUN IT THROUGH MIXERS UNTIL THE TRAIL'S DUST— NO ONE WILL EVER TRACE IT BACK TO YOU

"Good" Trent chuckled, glancing at Marie whose eyes were brimming with excitement

"This still doesn't feel right" Anton muttered

IT'S BEEN CREATED, SIR. YOU CAN NOW PROCEED.

"Okay... How much is the total on Felix Umber's Secret alias' accounts?"

354.78 MILLION DOLLARS, SIR.

"Damn..." Anton gulped.

"And how much is in his normal account?"

46.93 MILLION DOLLARS

Oh?

Would you look at the bastard?

"Still feel sorry for the bastard?" Marie glanced at Anton

He just exhaled, focusing on the screen

"Let's move everything" she chuckled, looking at Trent.

"That's---" Anton sighed, "Do whatever you want"

You'll going to do it either way

"Let's move the amount on the secret account first" Trent glanced at her

"Why?"

"How would he be able to legally find them?" He chuckled, "Let's create a chain reaction and spread the message wider, no?"

"A chain reaction?" Anton asked, confused

"Yeah... What's that?" Marie asked too.

Trent chuckled, looking at both of them

"We'll destroy whoever helps him with funds or anything at the time. All their secret accounts will take a hit"

"Wow... You're an evil genius" Marie chuckled, "I've always known that. But, who does he take it from?" She turned to Anton.

"Definitely the Mom" she answered herself before he could talk

"You're too chicken for this"

"Ch–Chicken?"

She nodded, laughing while she imitated chicken sounds.

"You heard that, Musk?" Trent turned from them

YES SIR. I WILL WIPE ALL OF FELIX UMBER'S SECRET ACCOUNTS AND SEND THE MONEY TO YOUR PRIVATE WALLET.

"Yeah. And monitor those who assist Felix Umber with anything during his money crisis. Run a thorough check on them too and wipe all their secret accounts"

UNDERSTOOD, SIR. I WILL MAKE SURE TO LOOK OUT FOR SUCH PEOPLE.

"Good" Trent chuckled, "Proceed with the transfer"

"I'm going out now" Anton exhaled, walking off.

"Aww... You don't have to leave when it's just about to be fun, Father-in-law" Marie taunted

"Let him be" Trent laughed softly.

TRANSFER COMPLETE. 354.78 MILLION DOLLARS MOVED.

"Excellent" Marie chuckled, leaning closer to the screen

"I get a cut in this"

"Right" he scoffed

"Now" she mused, "Let's have more fun with someone else"

Haha. I knew this was a test run for her. Onto the main dish now, huh?