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1. Virtual technology crime dealers are pitted against the corporate heads of one of
their victim companies and the C.I.A. The dealers are local to Los Angeles and base their
operations out of Long Beach. They are a whitty, savvy lot whose high risks pay them in
millions for dealing with very dangerous players. They acquire their goods through a
black market opportunity developed by Harry Sante, an ex Navy Seal who made a
fortune in Silicon Valley in the nineties. He has a large amount of overseas connections
which supply the demand, making him capable of helping everyone to turn a profit on
some deadly computer viruses and such.
Their use of a designer virus made specifically to orchestrate tragedies caused by
altering a social networking site leaves behind a trail of faces that can’t be ignored. As a
marketing tool for a new and complex virus which can attack company mainframe’s all
the way up to the Financial Sector’s security levels they have an inside man at a social
networking site insert a virus. Tim Sykes is an entrepreneur turned corporate when he
sees the opportunity to get in on the ground floor of a very promising company. Money is
his weakness, and when Harry pays him for the virus insertion, he justifies that it will
ultimately strengthen the company. What doesn’t kill you, will only make you stronger.
Little does he know of the access records that throughout the story he is left chasing to
cover his own tracks. He is forced to turn back to Harry time and time again to try and
remain free.
Amongst the victims are some of the formerly hidden accounts of some of the world’s
richest vigilante’s. Harry Sante’s friends are a very wealthy lot who demand his attention
in very promising ways for him. But he has occasionally run across some real
thoughtlessly terroristic types whom he severs ties with and leaves an occasional

2. reminder to leave him be. Unfortunately for Harry this time, those are just the type to be
on the radar for someone following closely by this one upcoming operation of his.
The Pentagon sends an agent specifically assigned to analyze the data collected by the
afflicted social media companies corporate heads, Matthew Sullivan.When Matthew
arrives he is given the ex-presidents office who bailed when the attack happened. The
office proves to be a wee bit small when it appears that the data collected from the attack
is about two hundred boxes of paperwork printed out by an overworked and exhausted
Cynthia Strong, personal assistant to Adam Traill, the current V.P. of OZENOZ.COM.
Cynthia and Matthew hit it off immediately, and soon form a bond that is classic of a
C.I.A. agent and his aspiring mistress of enduring duress. She helps him to sift through
all of the paperwork with all of her time vailable made possible by Adam who wants “…
anything but but justice schwerved, and if you keep fluttering your eyes around like that,
you’re gonna need a Justice of The Peace!”
This viral attack on the social networking site arouses personal interest in retribution
when they use the attack for widespread vendetta’s, dropping a trail of clues that specifies
locations of set underground meetings being posted online in private accounts. Cynthia
picks up on the first of this trail when she bumps into the real life profile on a paid,
private account of an F.B.I. most wanted fugitive. Matthew and she derive a system by
which to sift through the paperwork based on known aliases of lists of terrorists and
known anti- U.S. military figures in the world. They soon gather quite a docket of
impending dooms- sayers and dooms-dayers from around the world.
As the Central Intelligence Agent sifts through the room full of boxed data thought to

3. be relevant, he comes across a startling hint. One of these dooms-dayers is a Pakistani
terrorist thought to have been responsible for launching the virus that nearly froze the
U.S. Financial sector in December 2011. This virus attacked social media as well. On this
particular date Matthew finds of recent logs and the same date the data was collected,
there was an unusual comment dropped onto his comments section. It was left by
someone with a series of letters and numbers for a name. After looking up the name in the
data, he finds the core section of programming where the virus was inserted into the code
at OZENOZ.COM. This message was left by the attacker himself or themselves! He
quickly alerts the programmers who are feverishly working on the code to try and break
the sick programming via Eric Chrislip, the CEO.
A formerly royal Middle Eastern family one generation removed has been hosting
high dollar, low attendance fundraising events with watered down product goals. This
fact and its startling prices per head is found by Cynthia when searching out the I.D.
commentary left by the hackers virus. One of the pages of one of the newly princely rich
brothers in the family is posted on by this hack, again making them an offer to with
“better wares than those affairs!” Matthew reports this to the Pentagon to his boss and is
met with cold distaste. “We know Mathhew, but thank you.”
Just as the trail turns cold from inactivity in the accounts after numerous deaths, a
local Muslim radical surfaces to confess. Initially having turned himself in to LAPD,
Matthew is given a room normally reserved for lawyers to meet him. LAPD is confused
by what to do with him as he has not officially confessed to a crime, but are unwilling to
let him go until Matt arrives. Matthew immediately cuts a deal with him, faking as
though he has the Director on the phone to bargain with him. “Hum d’Allah!” “Yes,

4. Ahmed, Hum d’Allah! Thank you for being so straight forward!” When cops demand a
written realease of Ahmed via the C.I.A., Matthew pressures one from his old partner in
the Naval Intelligence circles, Harry Sante. Harry is receiving a foot rub from “some
Asian chick who can’t get her hands off of me, hold on! Would you quit it!”
The C.I.A. becomes involved when the circle of affected prove to be in line with some
of the worlds wealthiest vigilantes. Matthew is already involved, but the list is growing to
be too impressive for his “light duty to have heavy hands on…” the Director himself tells
him…
“You know what? I’m strong. If I’m wrong, then you’re idiot proof! I think you have
the stuff, and can handle this one though. But let me remind you that you are not who you
may think you are to this case!”
“It’s more of a whodunit case. If you must know, I am the one who just sifted through
about a half a million documents in under the time it took your primadonna’s over there
at Enron to get through one…”
“Look, Matthew, you can relax. It’s erroneous. Serious that you have grown up into
the role of that agent who now collected the data enough to have his ass in a real sling
shot bang em up shootout of a weapons deal in his midst. Just promise me you won’t go
there, and I will let you run the show out there alright?”
“Yes, boss. I got you covered. I will do it proud.”
“You do that.”
The Muslim radical turns out to have been squeezed out, his life now in danger due to

5. failure to responsibly man his post. In any number of grueling interrogations held at the
top floor available in the ozenoz.com office building, Matthew extracts what very little
seemed to matter to the “Sikh’s seeking revenge all around the man.”
“Hum d’Allah!”
“No, Ahmed, you just thank yourself. Now this isn’t what I wanted. Point being that
their trap is proof that if you don’t get honest, you get dead. And not by my hand.”
He offers unlimited information in exchange for protection. Matthew reiterates that his
boss has “arranged for protection. But I don’t know what kind of protection you want
when I don’t have enough to convict your own murderer of his smoking gun at the door.”
Ahmed looks wildly around the room, and begins to understand Matt’s point. When
Cynthia comes in, he runs to the other side of the room, exclaiming “No, no, no! Don’t
shoot me, please! I won’t endanger the senate! I will leave Senator Freeman alone!”
The scariest thing about this man’s information is just how local it is. Senator Freeman
is a local Democrat holding office for the people of Los Angeles. At near the moment
when Ahmed is speaking of the senator, Matt’s phone rings. It’s the Director, explaining
that indeed Senator Freeman has been shot in a near fatal assassination attempt.
“Islamic leaders around the globe are denouncing the act, while Freeman is being held
in the recovery room at UCLA Medical Center.”
Matthew puts him on speaker and he hears Ahmed repeating “I will leave the senator
alone! Please, help me! I promise!”
Matt says “I need to go back to my work, boss.”

6. The Director, in stunned silence at first announces back at him “I don’t know how you
managed that in time, but next time hurry his ass up. That means now Mr. Sullivan! And
keep up the good work, too. I mean it.”
After a week and a half of voluntary interrogation, Ahmed, in the midst of a session
removes a cyanide caplet from his cheek, and removes himself from the situation.
Cynthia Strong, who had been serving him some water while Matthew took a cigarette
break is the only one to witness it. Matt returns to the room to find her in hysterics and
Ahmed, dead on the floor.
“Damn it! How much water did you give him?”
She doesn’t laugh and hits him on the chest.
“Oh, alright will you stop spouting or I’ll wind up dead from grief.” He grabs her by
the face, “Look at me! We are alright. He never was. Ok? Sweetheart.”
When the black market dealing crew acquires a top secret Holographic Technological
satellite smart phone plugged into top secret U.S. Defense Weapons satellites, the chase
begins to turn desperate and deadly. When Harry realizes its his man Matthew onto him,
he gets smart and says “I’ll blow that punk kid out of the water. He’ll never know what
proof it is but it’ll be in him like Jack was by the chestnuts on an open fire on The
Nightmare Before ho ho day.”
“Huh, boss?”
“Never mind, you serious bunch of ninny programmers. If you think this old man’s
gonna lose the loot at the end of this deal, you’ve got another one coming. Another deal,

7. elsewhere. Cause I’m not.”
Harry puts together a Power Point Presentation on The Holo and has his girlfriend
narrate the entire thing. It explains in depth and detail with color photos the capabilities
of the Holographic Disk Data Systems built smart satellite phone and it’s long reaching
capabilities. When the crowd of interested party- goers quiets down, it’s time for the
bidding to go to war. A bit more involved than just a bidding war to begin.
The information supplied by the informant charts a detailed list of weapons buyers
with high dollar interest in China. Harry takes the time to fly via his personal jet to give
the presentation to “the old coot. Thinks it’s in his rolling of the I-Ching that will make
him understand REACH-ING for his checkbook.”
But a week out from Harry’s projected sell date, this man has the highest bid on the
block. Harry’s “worst fear,” is not selling to a buyer who can “protect it from the deadly
game of pin the tail on the jackass who paid that much for something so far out of his
league!” He also fears “Not living long enough to spend it all. Not that I could if I tried.”
They are closely connected to the Chinese Government and highly protected. They are
the only real buyer who can handle the stakes, or the technology, and Harry knows it. A
large amount of activity surrounding the Chinese Diplomatic Visa’s flying into the area
red flags Matthew, and he rolls out the red carpet for them at the airport private wing.
Introducing himself to a hushed and harried rich diplomat, Matthew announces that he
too would like to be involved. He would offer up “unlimited information for protection.”
The leaders, in shocked and tense frustration tell him to go away. Matthew is left
clinging to hope only by hailing a cab on which he spends three hundred dollars having

8. tail the diplomats to their hotel. He then closely watches as they and an entire crowd of
wealthy multi- nationalist hacks are checked into the Hilton by staff.
Most of their wealth having been accumulated in the technologies sector, there is no
doubt they would adapt to use their new purchase quickly. Matthew, Adam, Cynthia, and
Eric are all desperate to find out what all of the new buzz is about. When they backtrack a
page’s chatroom into the Ozenoz.com system using a capable programmer under full
permission by Matthew to “Hack to the chief,” they track it to a saved copy of The Holo
presentation, and watch in stunned silence. “Well, I’ll be a man. Just not after I get
through being raped by the Director when he hears it may be sold, and not without that
shootout he warned me against.”
Narrowing the list however, involves high level surveillance which the C.I.A. is
unwilling to provide. Even with solid evidence that the stolen Holo exists in these
financiers reach, it is on too high a political level to entertain serious thoughts of doing
anything more than simply arranging for its return in a diplomatic forum, where matters
are sealed and the technology unrevealed to the lesser to never cause sway or swagger.
Matthew is fed up with this answer, “Bullshit! You sent me four guys who hang out
twelve hours a day at the coffee shop picking through their e-mails in case somebody has
handed their ass to ‘em. Then they hand their ass a nice fat check to the head and spend
the weekend at the bar. By the time they get off their two day hangover, it’s closing time
and Wednesday hump day is probably about missing their wifey’s poodle humping their
leg. Fucking idiots. Fucking the perverse in the word intelligence. That’s what my op
feels like right now.”

9. This is where the social media corporate heads take the law into their hands. Adam
does surveillance on the Chinese officials. Eric drives after any who leave, tailing them.
Cynthia inserts herself into the room of their private party and extracts, by looking
through a screen over the shoulder of a man, the time for the official “money changes
hands and business attire formal meet and swap.” She also gets the name of the man who
will be hosting the swap meet: Harry Sante.
As the underground virtual mobsters seek their big payoff, they come face to face with
their own trail of loose ends and obstacles. Having advertised The Holo on a grand scale
to a vast party of interested buyers, they are repeatedly dogged for their wares. One
interested party plants a bomb in Harry’s car to try and kill him. “I don’t know it was a
blast proof smash and grab. The fucks.” Orders and bios for The Holo keep on coming in,
but only one candidate has the kind of dough to make it roll over and play spy for them,
the Chinese in town at the Hilton. Harry has arranged for a meeting on the docks at night,
limiting the number of players for each side to six. There is no telling what kind of
armament they would bring. It was known that they had underground friends with
automatic weapons visiting them at their Hilton lodging. All suppose they felt it was
excusable in light of the two hundred million dollars they were about to exchange for
weapons technology.
With each prospective buyer, they leave a viral calling card which is their guarantee,
millions in money floating between numerous notables bank accounts. This raises the
eyebrows of a third party from Saudi Arabia who enters the bidding at an official two
hundred and fifty million dollars. They are given the right when their bid is matched by
the already present Chinese to come to the meeting to negotiate for the sure to be rapidly

10. emerging duplicate technology and its development. They accept, to the dismay of the
Chinese. They feel this to be a rather arrogant move, and call Harry with threats.
It’s their sardonic way of saying pay, or else there’s no guarantee the technology ends
up with you alive. As the money continues to float between accounts, Harry and crew
undergo a week of the deadliest game of watch your back they have ever endured. A virus
is launched against their floating funds, and this seals the funds (about two point two
million dollars) into a Cayman Islands bank account that even Harry’s crew can’t crack
the vault of.
Harry is very angry at this loss, and they kill the programmer who wrote the money
bouncing program when he can’t fix the error. It is only Tuesday, with Saturday night
planned for The Holo rendezvous, and the crew prays for release as the Saudi’s begin
arriving in town.
The town car plays host to a deadly game of cat and mouse in a high speed chase
attempting to shake an insider enemy at Ozenoz.com as Harry on his cell slips into an
unanswerable deluge of bids he cannot allow, yet cannot ignore.
This subtle message that they are legitimate in the weight of the new technology they
possess turns more buyers heads than can be handled. The buyers offers are pouring in
with offers from four hundred million to now half a billion dollars, but Harry finds it is
too late to negotiate. If they hang onto this hot good much longer, they will lose their
lives to the spinoff it is producing. Too tired to retire, he spends the final nights playing
poker at a nearby casino with his total bets placed at two point two million dollars.
The trail becomes obvious from the even light surveillance the corporate heads have

11. manned, and the end of the road is at hand. With Adam and Eric now on the Saudi’s and
Cynthia banned to the office, Matthew tries to arrange a meeting with the Chinese to
work out his deal. He uses the information he has about the Saturday meeting to spark up
conversation, and get through to the boss. When he is forced to leave the hotel at gun
point, he moves into surveillance of the Saudi’s. He releases Cynthia from her office duty,
and brings her along. He needs to know when and where they will all have their meeting.
Cynthia slips in to plant listening devices in the halls, while Matthew uses a sonar
listening device to listen in. They get their information and are left jaws agape at the
sheer size of the crowd to be in attendance at the docks the following Saturday.
In a final showdown amongst seven competitors, thick politics and diplomatic
immunities, the guns come out to play. Saturday comes, and Matthew has arranged for
LAPD to surround the dealings after they have pinpointed and radioed in a loctation. A
number of F.B.I. agents have also become interested, and get WASP teams ready for a
second round effort. Out of the office crew, only DAM AND Cynthia choose to be there
for the final showdown. The two most likely to benefit from success this night are placing
their very lives on the line to see it done.
Read to the end to see which way the shells fall on the fallen, who thought they had it
all. As it becomes apparent to all, there is no way out, Eric and Derrick Chrislip (the
twins) meet. Father Dante, whose confessional booth heard near all of the sides through
this is shot twice in the head to end his misery. When an LAPD Detective fires and kills
Harry, thinking he can swoop in and grab The Holo, it starts up a crossfire for the ages.
Prior to going to the main dock meeting place, Harry left The Holo with Tom Slips and
Steve Krauss, Mark Sheryl having fallen victim to nthe car bomb the week before. Harry

12. leaves The Holo packed in C-four, a detonator on it for remote detonation. “May help you
get away, fellas. If I don’t come back, you’re dead anyway. Just see it doesn’t make it
either. You see, this old man doesn’t want that on his gravestone. Ex-Seal, doomsday
maker, Harry Sante. They’ll never be able to say I let the money stand in my way.
Adam slips in with his twenty two and shoots Steve. Pressed back by return fire from a
very scared Slips, he comes ona fallen LAPD officer with an assault rifle and he picks it
up. Using it, he blows a hole in Tom and his detonator the size of China. He retrieves the
Holo and flees to the back of the LAPD ranks, hiding The Holo safely in his jacket.
The End?