Prologue

"All I need is just to hear a song I know,

I wanna always feel like part of this was mine,

I wanna fall in love tonight" (Jimmy Eat World)

My name is Joel. I am twenty-three years old. I can't tell you my surname, or where I live, because if the FBI ever learned who keeps tampering with their files I would be made to stand in the naughty corner for a very long time indeed. While they aimed a gun at the back of my head. What I look like isn't important either, but I'm guessing you wanna know what I look like, so, for the sake of this account, here goes. I am five foot eleven inches tall, I have brown hair, hazel eyes and I'm small of a build. Not too small, but hardly athletic. I also have an unquenchable appetite for danger, and an unholy talent for hacking. Yeah, I'm a hacker. I have been since I was thirteen years old. All of this could be bullshit. Secretly I could be a forty-two year old sad sack with a bald patch and a beer gut, you just don't know. I'm guessing you don't care either. Just imagine me to look like the description I gave you. I'm quite lucky in fact; no one can ever describe me. When they do I'm always "about" my height, looking "something like" my description. No one can remember what I look like because there is nothing about me which stands out. I have a suprising lack of distinguishing features. If you met me once, you wouldn't be able to recognise me in a crowd. I can become, for all intents and purposes, invisible. My name is Joel, and this is my story. This story is not meant for inspiration, don't follow in my footsteps. This story is not a message of hope, so don't look for the happy ending or the moral. This is my personal account of what happened that year…