Meeting Mike

     The next morning, I was introduced to my companion for the trip. His name was Mike, and he seemed like a relatively nice guy, a bit talkative, but I didn't mind that. The radio in the car we were in was broken, so at least we had something to listen to. Mike carried a backpack full of clothes and such, and another bag full of computer gear. He had two laptops, one big, one small, an inverter to power them off of, a gigantic mess of cables, and a big android phone. He sat in the front seat, and I drove, while listening to him tick away n his keyboard, using the little laptop. Mike was one of those prodigies, I guess, never boasting any of that illegal stuff, like shifting money through bank accounts, but he's incredibly good with security systems. He's pretty well-known at all of the black-hat events, which he didn't want to brag about. When he found out that I didn't know what a back-hat event was, however, his shock led him into an hour of rambling explanations. I liked mike.
     Our "roadtrip" lead us south, heading toward Indiana. I feel like I need to stress this, We weren't heading to Indiana because it was the closest name on the list. We were headed to Indiana because it was the closest name on the list that wasn't confirmed dead already. There were hundreds of names before Indiana. Hundreds. Indiana was the closest we could get.