Fated to the Alpha's Sons: An Omegas Rise to Fame
Chapter 73: Blind.

Chapter 73: Blind.

"There wouldn’t any." Tristan said, finally speaking up.

"Why?" Troy asked.

"They send type written letters, and wouldn’t want to risk sending untraceable emails, it would be unwise to go through all that trouble and still leave your trace online in the end." He pointed out, sighing.

"Oh God. Please tell me we didn’t just hit a dead end, because all their calls are made with untraceable burner phones, texts are heavily encrypted, no photos have been shared. All we can do is look into the people in that massive list and that is too long a shot. Can you guys tell me again why we are looking into these people?" Troy asked, feeling really uneasy.

"You know those tiny messes that have been created by the Severo’s gang of late?" Theo asked.

"Yeah?" Troy said, not liking where their conversation was going.

"Let’s just say they are a subsidized subsidiary of this network." He said, dropping the bomb. Troy’s heart couldn’t help but sag in his chest.

"You’re kidding right?" He said chuckling, going back to the files.

"Wish I was." Theo muttered, brain storming.

"It doesn’t make sense! Why would they send ants and rats to crawl on the bear, when they could just use sticks to poke him?" He asked, chuckling, but they all knew it wasn’t remotely one of amusement.

"Now, that’s the big question. We were investigating them when we stumbled on this, and till now we haven’t been able to find any loose threads to pull on except their insignia. Tristan reasoned that although we might not be able to find anything online, actual people might know." Theo explained.

"Well, technically, he’s correct. But how do we find those people, will they even be willing to talk?" Troy asked.

"Well, I suggested we asked Dad, but he bluntly refused, saying it was going to worry him and piss Mom off." Theo quipped rollinyhis eyes. Except Bethany, he’d never really cared about pissing anyone off or pushing them to the brink of insanity, so long as it got the job done, not even his parents.

Hence why he was viewed as the psycho of the trio.

"Well, he wasn’t wrong there, but if Dad knows then there has to be other people who know as well." Troy quipped.

"Another question. People like? What criterias do we use to search for them?" Theo asked, sighing in content. They had finally pulled Troy up to speed.

"That’s easy." Troy said, the sound of his own fingers moving rapidly across his keyboard echoed in his background, while his brothers listened to her what he had to say.

"We just have to draft out the names of the companies that have been attacked by these people and look into their owning families, look into the people they’d sent those letters to, then search for any of them that could still be around. We can get information from them, or even from some trusted top employees." Troy tattled, sounds of fingers flying across keyboards echoed in everyone’s background as that final piece they were searching for was finally found.

It didn’t come as a surprise to them when Troy easily figured out that final ’easy’ part they were missing. He’d always been the puzzle person, especially when it came to people. Very good at profiling people and situations, especially when he’s emotions were not involved.

Their typing continued for a while, before stopping. They could hear themselves sighing and muttering some curses.

"No one from Grey’s family is still alive." Theo said. "All dead due to one accident or the other, and same goes with all the other families. It’s either they suffer dementia or they go missing or they just die from a fire, or suicide or motor accidents." The annoyance his voice was unmistakable. Whether it was due to sympathy or because they had just hit a dead end, one couldn’t tell.

"No, no. It can’t be a dead end. They couldn’t have possibly cleared all of them. There has to be a survivor, someone they’d missed, probably on purpose or not. There has to be someone." Tristan said his head in his palms. "Theo, check for employees." He ordered.

Theo quickly went to work, trying to hack into Grey Corps old server. Even though he knew it was going to be quite hard, due to their outdated encryptions. He chose it because, it had been their first hit, and as a first, they were bound to make mistakes and slip ups, and those slip ups were all they needed.

"Shit." He cursed, banging his hand on his desk, rattling the systems a little.

"What is it, Theodore?" Tristan asked, his voice dangerously low.

"Their server is guarded for some reason, and it’s filled with fucking booby traps. I was so lucky to spot them just now, despite how old and intricate they are." Theo explained, sighing in exasperation.

"This is bad." Troy muttered. "Very bad."

"So you can’t get in?" Tristan asked, Theos statement didn’t seem complete to him.

"I can, but I’d leave traces, shadows of my entrance. It’s just like walking through a land mine in a marsh land. No matter how carefully you walk, if you don’t step on mines, your foot prints would stick to the ground and wouldn’t clear off anytime soon." Theo explained.

"So, we are just going to leave it?" Tristan pressed, making sure his brothers were painfully aware that he wasn’t about to take no for an answer.

"Tristan-"

"These guys would come for us soon. I have a feeling that they wanted us to see this. They wanted us to know of their presence. Think about it." He said persistently.

"They’ve existed for close to fifty years, cleared companies and conglomerates that refused to bend the knee, and we know that there’s no way in hell they lived all those years without growing in wisdom and network.-"

"- Now they send a flimsy gang to mess with our shipments, expertly leaving traces in places they knew we’d look. Placing letters and evidences of their existence in our faces so we know just how powerful they are, so that when they come and ask us to bend our fucking knees, we wouldn’t hesitate."

"We didn’t find the loose thread, they gave it to us and we took it like puppets." Theo reasoned out loud, anger and resentment bubbling in his chest, his eyes darkening.

"But the thing is.." Troy started, releasing a sigh. "If we pull too hard on that thread, they’d cut it. Leaving us blind."