#hack someones phone remotely

[shadowystan]

YANDERE! celebrity x f!reader – he's so pretty, so popular (you really don't wanna be his sweetheart)

No but YANDERE!celebrity with a toxic fanbase.

It's not him you should be scared of. Not his bodyguards or his influential family; not his obsessive ex or crushing best friend.

The fanbase.

Jealous fans would cloud your life. If you have social media, you'd be hacked a few thousand times a week. If you block them, turn off your comments and go private, you'd get doxxed. Plain and simple.

It's upsetting. It's suffocating. And it's downright terrifying whenever you're out in public. Death threats at your face, stalkers outside your door. No peace of mind, none whatsoever.

But of course if you're pretty enough...

YANDERE!fans who want nothing but the best for their idol. Only someone as dazzling as you could deserve him.

(It's set in stone. You have no choice.)

YANDERE!fans who're the epitome of degeneracy. Writing dirty, smutty fanfiction on the side while making ship edits with you and their celebrity. It doesn't matter how many times you've streamed live, asking them to quit it because the both of you weren't official or how much it makes you uncomfortable.

YANDERE!fans who instead of agreeing and respecting your wishes, go as far as to send you everything. Gone are the rules of RPF. They're spiteful, they're overbearing and most of all, they want you to know you have no power.

YANDERE!fans who litter whoever you try to date with messages of "kill yourself <3" or "jump off a roof. respectfully." on their social media comments or DMs.

YANDERE!fans who spread elaborate rumors about you when you do something that remotely doesn't meet their standards.

The air was soothing. The atmosphere lively. You heard the chatter of the birds, the laughs of the couples, the giggles of the teen girls-

"-Let's say she assaulted someone!"

What?

Leaning slightly to the left, you nonchalantly readjusted the dark spectacles framing your eyes. Hoodie pulled over your face and a lone piece of lettuce peeking out of your lips, the thought that someone might recognize you left your mind for the briefest of times.

And you focused on the task at hand. Eavesdropping on the conversation happening two tables to your side.

They were being rather loud. And concerning. Quite concerning.

"-That's too much, Sana." A puff of air left your mouth, a reassured smile curling in it's stead. At least Sana had wise friends-

"I mean how bad would it look for Iseul's reputation? He can't be dating an assaulter!"

You froze.

Iseul. Iseul. Iseul. Iseul Iseul Iseul Iseul-

That damned name.

A bunch of collective "oohs" and "aahs" splattered. The teenagers nodded in agreement, being particularly vocal.

"Let's say she bullied one of us!"

"Or that she has been to prison!"

"We caught her shoplifting?"

"Boring!"

A fry was thrown at whoever said the last word. Useless bickering followed by rolls of their eyes, the girls easily overcame the little hindrance and got back to brainstorming.

You sucked in a breath, spoon limply hanging off your fingers.

They were definitely talking about you.

Whatever. Whatever. Whatever. It's not a big deal. This is normal-

"We should break into her house or something. The address is leaked anyway."

The table screeched, you stood up.

Legs having a brain of their own, you paced out of the restaurant, the memories of the girls fibbing and bickering and planning like no tomorrow kept echoing through your mind. Like a broken record. Since when had your life turned to such shambles?

God. Why were things like this for you?

Releasing a shaky breath, you gulped, burying the insecurity deep inside of you. Whipping the lopsided glasses away, you stop caring for a moment.

You don't care. For sure. But then your hands are moving and they're looking through your pockets, seeking for something and my goodness, since when did your phone start feeling so heavy?

Unfamiliar and hesitant, you went through your contact list, heart beating so fast that you felt like it'll rip right out of your chest. Your lips quivered, flushed skin feeling hotter and hotter by the second. A fever? Or was this anger?

You shivered, ignoring the tears and the salt and the aching, aching feel of your soul. You fiddled for a moment – just a moment – but then you're harshly pressing the call button and wiping snot off your nose before placing the phone to your ear and waiting like a madwoman. Impatient and uncalm and-

"My love! You called!"

Him.

Him. Him. Him. Him.

How you hate him.

"I'll-I'll do it,-" You spluttered, very much on the verge of choking on your own spit and mumbling strings of curses at him and them and every single person who's so, SO mean to you- "I-i'll make it official. We.. we will! Just..- just please.."

You've perished. You've perished until this second, this moment and you'll continue perishing but-

"J-just.. make them stop."

Don't you deserve a break too? With everything he puts you through?

A tsk from his side was heard. Iseul sounded amused, almost cross with you. Almost pouty. Almost smiling.

"Really now? This easy? Things were only just getting fun."

You wanted to gut YANDERE!celebrity. Brutally.

[freyaphoria]

Okay yay requests are open! So hear me out and do what you see fit or comfortable with. Sooo most yandere writers say they can never see Jongho being obsessed but if it’s true that his Venus is in Scorpio just like Hongjoong that man is just as obsessive, he is just way more low key about it. Like I could see it as him being just as confused as to way he feels this intense pull towards someone and just can’t figure it out so he starts following them because obviously something has to be wrong with who is stalking. It couldn’t be something someone wrong with him, everyone views him as this calm, proper, and very put together kind of guy. 😉 I hope that makes sense, anyways love your writing! 💕

a/n: At first I couldn't see him as a yandere either, he is just like a possessive boyfriend, but as time went by and I got more familiar with the yandere theme, I realized how much of a stalker and obsessive he was. And I tried to write as gender-neutral as possible. I hope you will like it! I'd appreciate it if you could give me some feedback♡♡♡

Is This Love?

tw: yan!stalker!friend!Jongho, stalking, obsessive behaviors, spying, mentions of kidnapping, killing and blood.

(Not proofread!!!!!)

wc: 1140

taglist: @aim-blossom @bambisd0ll @oddracha @peqchplvto

You were so breathtakingly beautiful, so irresistibly attractive, so utterly mesmerizing... These were merely a handful of the countless words that cascaded through Jongho's mind every single time his eyes fell upon you. With each encounter, his entire being was overwhelmed: his breath caught in his throat, his hands trembled uncontrollably, and his mind seemed to come to a complete standstill. Jongho found himself grappling with the emotions stirring within him. Was this love? He had experienced love before, or so he thought, but never had he felt anything remotely close to this all-consuming emotion.

In his past experiences with love, Jongho had never entertained such dark thoughts. He had never carefully plotted the killing of everyone who dared to converse with the object of his affection. He had never spent entire nights observing their window while the rest of the world slumbered peacefully. He had certainly never gone to the extreme of hacking into their phone to pore over their private conversations with friends or their personal photographs. No, in the past, he had simply... loved them. Or liked them. Either way, he had never engaged in the kind of obsessive behavior that now consumed him, like following you through the aisles of the supermarket as he was doing now.

As you meandered through the store, blissfully unaware of his presence, you appeared so pure and innocent in Jongho's eyes. While you were reviewing the items on your shopping list, Jongho was trying to approach you without being seen and trying to see what you were going to buy. Because you had written your list on paper instead of in your phone's note app, Jongho didn't know what you were going to buy. Nevertheless, he felt certain that your basket would inevitably include your favorite chocolate and chips - items he now considered his own favorites as well.

This mirroring of your preferences extended far beyond mere snack choices. Your favorite beverage had seamlessly become his preferred drink too, he had stockpiled numerous boxes of it at his home - in case you came over and allowing him the opportunity to offer you your favorite refreshment. He would watch you cook during the day by hacking into your home security camera, even mirroring your culinary creations.

Your daily routines became his own: when you were about to shower, he would step into his own bathroom; when you settled down to watch television, he would tune in to the same program, creating an illusion of shared experiences.

Part of him wanted to believe he had given up on the idea of kidnapping you after you left the store that day because he was still grappling with his own conflicting feelings. Guilt was a constant companion, keeping him from taking definitive action.

Jongho felt guilty about doing these things, when you suspected someone was constantly entering your house and told him about it, the first thing he suggested was to install security cameras; and trusting your friend, you had installed cameras in every room of the house. You thought you were completely safe now, that you could see if someone entered the house, but in reality, no one was entering the house anymore, someone, your friend Jongho, was now living in the shadows of your life. This 24/7 observation only intensified Jongho's guilt and his awareness that his behavior had crossed a line. Yet, the trust you placed in him by seeking his help became the very tool he used to further his obsession. Now able to track your every move, he no longer needed to risk physical intrusion. However, old habits die hard, and he still found himself occasionally entering your home. During his visits, he would do things he couldn't do during the day and physically get as close to you as he wanted: Inhaling the lingering scent of your perfume on the hoodie you had worn that day, gently stroking your hair as you slept, spending hours watching the rise and fall of your chest and the subtle twitches that punctuated your slumber. Hours passed as he gazed at you, imprinting these moments in his mind. Later, he would erase all footage from the cameras, ensure everything was in its proper place, and leave before dawn. When you shared your nightmares with him at college, expressing how you felt someone was watching you yet found no evidence on the cameras, Jongho listened closely, pretending to be concerned while his heart raced.

You confided in him as if he were your rock, and he reveled in that intimacy. In the eyes of those around him, Jongho was a model of trustworthiness. He was the friend everyone leaned on, the person who respected confidences without fail, the one who offered help without asking for anything in return - a kind soul always ready to lend a helping hand or a sympathetic ear. No one would ever suspect him of any wrongdoing. Even he sometimes struggled to match this reality with his own self-image. Each time he logged onto his computer to see you walking freely about your home, blissfully unaware of his stalking, he was taken aback by the stark contrast between your innocence and his actions.

What he felt could not be labeled as love; love should be a purer, more innocent emotion. What coursed through his veins was a dark, possessive desire - a need to have you all to himself, away from everyone, even if you hated him. He wanted to kill everyone anyone who had ever brought a smile to your face, spoken a kind word to you, or dared to touch you.

After putting these dark thoughts into action and ensuring your safe return from the grocery store, Jongho found himself on a chilling journey to the house of the person you liked— it was going to be a meeting full of blood and pain. As he drove through the quiet streets, his mind raced with conflicting emotions. The weight of his actions began to settle upon him, and for the first time, a sense of unease crept into his bones. The familiar thrill of his obsession was now tinged with a growing apprehension. He realized, with a start, that the line he had been toeing for so long had finally been crossed. The reality of what he was about to do struck him with full force, and he felt a cold shiver run down his spine. In that moment, as the streetlights cast eerie shadows across his face, Jongho found himself genuinely frightened - not of external threats, but of the depths of his own obsession and the lengths to which he was willing to go. This new fear of himself and the monster he had become started to eat away at his resolve, threatening to undo the world he had carefully built around his obsession.

[foxymoxynoona]

guys I got mega mega hacked yesterday with remote control software. I suspect it piggybacked onto my computer from some video game mods I downloaded this summer, but my brother-in-law suggested it may have been lurking since I bought my laptop as a refurb from BestBuy over a year ago. The person was able to access both my emails and set up filters to hide the email alerts, my amazon, and make a third party charge with my credit card. Because they were using remote-desktop, I wasn't getting alerts about unuathorized sign ins, and they were able to skip 2FA phone alerts anywhere that email was supported for 2FA. Based on the filters they set, I do know they had 3 purchases planning and I interrupted before they completed the third (amazon, antonline, and pixel.)

I got a credit card text alert for the $1500 antonline order but thought it was spam, so I went to my computer to log in and check whether the alert was real, then watched with shock that someone had my secondary email open and was typing in a 2FA code and I had no control of the cursor. I immediately turned off my computer and used a different computer to go in and change passwords, flag fraud charges, lock down accounts and freeze my credit cards. After a period of time passed, we turned the other laptop back on and began running scans --we found remote desktop hackware, and 4 other "Severe" threat programs after running every type of in-depth scan possible. I spent the whole night changing every password and deleting old accounts and confirming 2FA to my phone specifically.

I had a home burglary years ago that caused lasting emotional trauma which this elbowed again. The fraud charges suck but it's the impact on my kids and the invasive feeling that sucks even more. Changing amazon email/password broke my kids' accounts on their tablets and the refresh wipes over a year of their game data, which is upsetting for them. There's the emotional stress of knowing these assholes had full unhibited access to my accounts but also to all my personal stuff --my writing, my family photos, my medical record logins. I know they don't care about those things but they where there.

If not for my husband telling me to check email filters, I would not have realized they accessed my gmail. Without the security checks, we would not have found the hackware and it would have kept happening without me understanding why.

Please use this as your universe reminder to review your passwords, run security scans on your computers, and make sure 2FA is set up for important accounts that cannot be bypassed if someone gets acess to your email. <3 <3 <3

[glitteringsunshine]

Loving Gibbs

Pairing : Leroy Jethro Gibbs X Reader

Gibbs’s  POV:

Y/N: YOUR NAME

Y/L/N : YOUR LAST NAME

Y/P/N : YOUR PEN NAME

 

“ We have a problem. Someone hacked the navy database. We don’t know what was taken. You can understand how sensitive the issue is. You have to find the hacker , recover the data  and close this case as soon as possible. “ The Director said.

“ OK “ I said, understanding  the security risk of the situation.

…

“ Boss I have been going through the military database. There’s  no way can anyone hack it remotely. We need to go over the master computer again , look into that room for clue of a break in. “ McGee said.

“ Well gear up McGee “ let’s  go.

 

“ What's this?” I said suddenly noticing a tiny red origami flower.”

Looking closely I found the words :

The fountains mingle with the river

And the rivers with the ocean,

The winds of heaven mix forever

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one spirit meet and mingle

Why not I with thine?

I could suddenly see McGee paling a bit.

“ What’s the meaning of this? Some sort of  message?” I asked.

“ I think boss. I am not sure. It’s  PB Shelly’s  poem  Love’s  Philosophy.”

“ I want to know the relevance of it ,McGee. Find it.”  I snapped.

 

…

“ We were in the squadroom running leads. Suddenly the phone on my desk rang.

Picking up, I heard a voice clearly hidden with a software. 

“ I have a little gift for you. You want to know who hacked the database , you need help then. “

I clicked my fingers to alert McGee to trace the call as Tony started recording it.

“ Go on.” I said . Trying to stall the caller.

“ I left you a special message in the NCIS computer system. You will know who you need to call for  help.”

Then the phone went dead.

 

“ Bose found a hidden encryption in our system. Trying to decrypt it Boss” Mcgee said.

“ After working on his computer for a while McGee visibly paled.”

“ Ohh Ohh Boss”

“ What ?”

I decrypted the message based on the crossword and the letters picked out from there through a riddle, I found a name.”

“ Well What McGee”

“ You ever heard of Y/P/N Boss?”

“ The bestselling author. The number one in NY Time’s  bestselling list “ Tony jumped with excitement.

“There’s  more boss. In her last novel, the narrator, a professor of literature helping  Law Enforcement  Agencies solve crimes through her depth of psychological perception, fell in love with an NCIS agent as she helped him solve a crime. They were close, I mean really close. Things were steamy, I mean. Then the NCIS agent didn’t want to commit , and after the case , the narrator felt heartbroken, and decided to leave the city. She wanted to send ref flowers with Shelly’s  poem pouring out her heart. Couldn’t.  Then finally before leaving the city , she was making a cryptic message in form of crosswords and riddles , pouring her heart but did not send it.  At the end she suffered from lack of inspiration  and writer’s  Block, contemplating of not writing again.”

 

“ Find this person McGee. Bring her in for questioning.”

“ Boss , it’s a pen name. She wants to keep her identity secret.”

“ McGee, I don’t care. What’s  her real name?”

“ Boss , you know her.  I mean we know her.”

“ Who?”

“ Y/N, from the state department.  We worked a case together last year remember  Boss.”

“ Huh?”

“ Well she was a professor  before she joined the state department as policy analyst.” McGee said.

“ That’s it , that’s why the characters felt so familiar.” Tony said excitedly .She based the characters on us. Ohh you really did some steamy stuff Boss. Really sexy stuff. Didn’t read till the end though. Nice Spoiler McGoose.” Tony stopped abruptly after he saw me glaring.

“ From when did you know she is a writer McGee?” I asked.

“ Well we met at a writer’s  convention   a couple of years back.”

“ You mean you knew her from before the case ,and never bothered to tell me. It’s bad enough to have one writer follow you , and now there’s another?” I asked.

“ Bring her in. We need to talk.” I said.

 

…

I made her sit in the interrogation room , making her stew.

“ Love to see this one McGoose” Tony said.

“ Ohh it will be something Tony.”

“ You think Boss did those stuff  MacGee?”

“ No Tony they weren’t in contact after the case. Writers make up stuff you know.”

“ Yeah but that’s really  wild imagination.”

I could hear them as I completed the book. It’s a really brilliant one. Gripping, full of suspense, unputdownable . I would be lying if I had said that I did not imagine the same stuff she had written  about. This past year ,she has been in my mind. Specially at night in bed. Many a times I have pleasured myself imagining her.

 

Reader’s  POV:

It has been almost an hour I have been sitting in the interrogation  room.  When they took me in for questioning,  the secretary of state demanded to know the reason. Hence I have been filled with the details of the case. It wasn’t  a surprise to her as she already knew about my writing career. I was once her student and then her colleague  in the university.

Gibbs walked in.

“ So how many in state department knows about our little secret identity.?” He asked

“The Secretary  of State does.”

“ Yea I figured that.” Gibbs said.

“ So what do you think?” he continued

“ I don’t know” I said.

“ Where were you last night?”

“ If you think I did it ,using scenes from my own story , you are mistaken. I was in the office the  entire night , trying to convince nation states for using more clean energy. Trying to push forward an international treaty in the UN. My entire team and the Secretary of State will vouch for that. “

“ You are not merely a policy analyst. You have done spy stuff before. The Secretary of State is also Ex CIA. Where’s the guarantee you didn’t steal Intel.”

“ I didn’t.  Okay. Besides if I had, I wouldn’t  have used my own stories.”

“ So what do you think happened?”

“ I don’t know , okay. Maybe somebody wants to deflect attention from spystuff, or maybe?”

“ What?”

“ The chemistry between the characters was a huge success. I got a lot of mail wanting them getting back together. Wanting them to solve one more case.”

“ You think it’s a fan?”

“ Well its possible.  If it’s the case , it’s someone  for whom the line between fiction and reality has blurred.” I said.

“ Is the lines clear for you?”

“ What do you mean Gibbs?”

“ I mean you are basing your characters on real people , but you are using your imagination for a lot of things.”

“ I am writer. I use my imagination.  I make up stuff.”

“ I am more curious as to why you wrote what you wrote.”

“ Meaning?”

“ What went on in that pretty little head of yours when you wrote about us? The stuff , was it for just the story or is there more to it? ”

“ Look , I may have based my characters on you , but that’s it. I have never revealed any identity nor any public information,  regarding any case or people.” I said standing up.

“ Sit down. I am not done with you.”

“ Well I am.” I said walking away.

Gibbs followed me , pushing me to the elevator and flipping the  emergency  switch.

“ What?”

“ Tell me Y/N , What you wrote about us ,was it just about the story or because you wanted those things to happen between  us.”

“ Why do you want to know?” I asked.

“ I need to. I have to.” He said.

“ Why , Gibbs Why?”

“ Because this last year I have been driving myself crazy thinking about you, okay. So tell me Y/N the truth. Do you want those things to happen, and that’s why you wrote it?”

I nodded an yes.  I tried to look down on the floor but he held me by my chin.

“ See , that wasn’t difficult to say, was it?”” Tell me Y/N ,did  you touch yourself thinking of me?”

“ Fine I did Gibbs. But I am not the only one. I walked on you pleasing yourself thinking of me remember.”

“ And that’s  not the only time.  I have done it many times, thinking of you this past year.”

“ You could have called.” I almost whispered .

“ So could you. Why didn’t  you? “ he countered.

“ Why didn’t you?” I shot back.

He stared into my eyes and started the elevator again.

“ Y/L/N  will help us in this case” he announced in the squadroom. “ You can share my desk with me.” He said. “ Here, take this” he commanded as he handed me a bottle of water and aspirin.

“ What you have been rubbing your temples in interrogation. You were working last night . You didn’t get any sleep. Keep yourself hydrated. It will ease the headache”.

 

Gibbs’s  POV:

We were in the bar, celebrating the closing of the case. Y/N was right. The person who hacked our system is a high school boy. He is bullied in school , and his divorced parents both remarried not paying much attention to him. He is lonely and reading Y/N’s novel helped him cope with it. He formed a bond through the reading of the novels. He could not bear the character of Y/N getting heartbroken. He thought a case could bring the characters back together.  He didn’t  steal any data. He just pretended to , to make us work the case together.

“ Good Job Y/N, reaching out to him in interrogation. “

“ So did you Gibbs. But what’s gonna happen to him.”

“ Well he didn’t actually steal data. So no prison time. But he have to do community service in the form of hacking for NCIS. That’s the deal.”

“ That’s good Gibbs. He will get a sense of belonging.”

“ Yeah the kid’s  smart” he commented.

Reader’s  Pov

“ Well I should go now. I am tired.  “I said walking away.

Outside the bar , I realised I am a bit drunk. Not wanting to drive , I waited for a ca.

A group of guys were entering the bar. One of them tried to start a conversation using really stupid pick up lines.

“ Look I am not interested”  I said sternly. But they still tried to pester me.

GIibb’s POV:

I can make out Y/N was a bit tipsy. Her speech slurred a little. I didn’t want her to drive like this. So I followed her.

“ The lady said she is not interested “  I said sternly. The group went away.

“ Ahh my prince, my saviour” Y/N slurred. “ If only you loved me a little bit, just a teeny tiny bit.”

“ Y/N you are drunk.”

“ No. Maybe. Yes . I think I am drunk in love.” She pouted. “ I hate you . I hate you for making me feel like this. Maybe if you could fuck it out of me.”

“ Y/N , I want you . I want you so badly. But you are drunk now . I can’t take you when you are drunk. You are not in the proper sense to consent. “

I guided her to my car, putting on her seat belt. I took her to my home.

She had fallen asleep in the car. I undid her seat belt and carried her to my room making sure not to wake up. I tucked her in, brushing the hair from her face,  kissing her forehead.

“ Good night love . Sleep tight.”

 

Reader’s  POV:

I woke up in the morning. As memories of last night’s drunken stupidity flooded me, I was gripped with utter embarrassment  and humiliation.

“ You are awake. Good Morning . I made breakfast.” I heard Gibbs.

“ I need to go” I said. “ I am really sorry. I was really stupid last night.”

“ Y/N” Gibbs tried to say something , but I ran away before that.

 

“Gibbs’s  POV”

It was 9 o clock now. I was in my basement trying to work on my boat. I wasn’t doing a good job. I wanted to talk Y/N about how I felt. But she ran away before I could.

I heard footsteps . I looked up to see Y/N standing.

“Gibbs “ she said.

“ You are here. Really Here. Why?”

“ Because I wanted to . I didn’t want to be anyplace else.”

“ Then why did you run?” He said hoarsely.

“ I couldn’t bear to say goodbye.”

“ Y/N”

“ Wait Gibbs . Hear me out. I thought if I run , I can get you out of my mind. But I couldn’t.  Please. I am asking for one night with you. Show me pleasure. Maybe then I can get you out of my system.  No promises.  I am not asking for your heart. But you , for one night. I need to know hoe it feels to be with you.”

Reader’s  POV:

 

Gibbs looked at my eyes with such intensity. He stepped closer to me.

“ There’s one teeny tiny little problem” he said.

“ What?” I blurted

“ I have fallen in love with you.  I fell for you the moment I saw you. This last year ,I tried my best to fight my feelings. I was scared to open up. What If I mess up. What if I hurt in the process. I didn’t want myself  to screw up with you. I couldn’t  bear it. So I shut myself out from you. But it hasn’t been easy. You have no idea how many times I have almost called you. You have always been in my mind, no matter how much I fought it. I thought I wasn’t good enough for you.  But I can’t  deny my feelings anymore. I want you Y/N ,I need you. More than just a night. You see I have already given my heart to you.”

“ Oh Gibbs Gibbs ,I  thought you didn’t like me like that. I mean there was an attraction from the first moment we met. But I was scared to reach out.  I wanted to call you. But I was scared  that what if you did not feel as strongly for me as I do. You have my heart from the moment we met. I knew I have feelings for you. But what if you didn’t. What if it was just lust from your part.”  

My words were cut off when his lips touched mine. This was no gentle kiss. It was wild passionate and demanding.

“ Oh Gibbs ,Gibbs ,Gibbs”  I babbled.

“ As much as I love to hear my name coming from your pretty little voice , I need you to shut up and listen to me for a second okay.” He said cupping my face.

He softly brushed his lips against mine ,gently kissing me. Then looking into my eyes he said : “ Y/N I love you . I love you so much Y/N”.

“ And I love you Jethro. I Love you so much.”

“ Ohh Y/N, words will fail to express how much I love you. But I can show you” he smiled pulling me closer.

[froot-batty]

Part 1 <- Part 2 <- Part 3

Ed's time attending college was a short one. College had a lot more freedom than the schools back at home, which he did enjoy, but between accidentally biting off far more than he could chew class-wise and having trouble adjusting to being in such a populated environment, he decided to drop out after a year (with plans to return once he settled in Gotham - which never ended up happening).

Instead, he took a job at a relatively small electronics store, which might've been a good transition point from small town to big city if he hadn't utterly hated his job. Not only did he have to deal with customer service (loathsome), but it was dealing with idiots who didn't even know the simplest thing about their own electronics! Though he put in the effort to attempt to be cordial, his short temper and inability to not be sarcastic oftentimes got him in full-blown arguments with customers.

This as well as their age and general obvious neurodivergency didn't make them a popular employee in their boss' eyes. Their boss not only thought Ed was too useless for most tasks, but would occasionally berate them or send them off to do menial tasks alone for hours at a time. Their coworkers (all but two) tended to avoid them, too, as to not be pestered with riddles or other fun facts. But Eddie needed the money, so they bit their tongue and tried not to get fired.

Until he thought of a way to start getting back at at least one part of his terrible job. When doing big repair jobs on things such as laptops or phones, he'd often be left alone with the device until it was all fixed. This meant he got a loooot of time to do whatever he wanted to it without anyone knowing. So whenever he'd get a particularly rude customer, he started messing with their devices. Just little inconvenient things in the beginning, but eventually progressing into downloading malware or making it so that they had to answer a riddle every time they wanted to log into their device.

And, eventually, they'd figure out a way to short devices remotely. They wouldn't do this too often in the fear of being caught, but they saved it especially for their boss, who's computer they'd messed with without his knowledge. The resulting fire from the short would end up seriously injuring Ed's boss, so much so that he needed to be hospitalized. Getting away with that crime would only fuel Ed's desire to see what else they could do.

They would start hacking into places. Changing the digital billboards around Gotham, or getting people's personal information to get themselves some extra cash; just general mischief that would eventually attract the attention of Batman, due the fact Ed would start leaving clues or riddles behind after they were done.

A little bit after that is when he would perform his first crime to really get the attention of Bats. For a while now he had been messing around with making puzzle boxes and other traps, and he decided to put them together to make an escape-room sort of activity that he could drop someone into and force them to solve. The first victim of this was someone Ed nabbed because it was convenient, and the beginner nature of the escape room meant that Bats discovered it and rescued the victim relatively quickly. But when Eddie discovered how much he loved the attention from Bats, he'd begin fine-tuning his escapes, personalizing them for the victim and making them more challenging for Batman. All the while, Ed stayed completely anonymous behind the moniker of "The Riddler".

It was this insatiable desire to keep the Batman's (and the public's) attention on him that would eventually lead to the event which would reveal who he was to the world and land him in Arkham for the first time.

[lolitakirstein]

Hey Neighbor PT 10

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Toji

“So what exactly are you wanting me to do, sir?” the lanky male asks Toji. The computer opened and reflected in his oversized glasses.

“I am curious myself,” Shiu sits with his ankle over his knee, staring at Toji from across the kitchen table. “Your text from last night was quite unexpected”

Toji is seated with his forearms braced on the table, a slight frown on his face and a tiredness in his eyes. Which was to be expected since he hadn’t slept a wink the previous night. His mind spun from thoughts of you and this mysterious guy that had interrupted his owning up everything to you. He battled back and forth with his mind–should he really try to find out who this was or should he allow you to live your life and make your own choices? As the sun peaked over the horizon, he came to the middle ground, sorta. He’d find out who this guy was, but that was it! No background checks, no sending out people to his house, and definitely not wiping him off the planet and out of your life. Just a normal hacking of a phone.

“I need to see messages on y/n phone.” Toji answers.

Shiu’s eyes widen, taken back for a moment. Then, his face turns to one of joy. “Ah, already? The agreement must’ve been–”

“This isn’t about the agreement,” Toji interrupts, brusquely. He turns towards the hacker. “Just tell me you can do it.”

The hacker wrings his hands over his keyboard, clearly nervous in the presence of the infamous Toji Fushiguro. “Uhm, I can put spyware on it? Do you have the phone?”

“No, do it remotely. She uses an Apple phone and computer. I’m sure she has messages coming through her computer on the messaging app.” He demands.

“If we are in the range of her wifi, I can crack through her password, and then the software can gather all her credentials–logins and passwords. Then, we just enter those into the messaging app.” The hacker spoke quickly, clearly excited to show off his abilities.

“Do it,” he orders.

~

A day off work was never really a day off. Being so busy with work and honestly being lazy, the house chores had fallen behind. Though you have been living here for a few months now, the house still screams “Grandmother’s house.” You just hadn’t had the heart or the mental strength to get rid of things. Grief made you hang on to it as much as possible Until the smell of her house was replaced with your soft vanilla and lavender smell. You started in the bedroom, packing away old clothes to take to donation centers and replacing the bed sheets with ones that were more you—A soft purple comforter and an overabundance of pillows.

After folding the new bath towels and placing them in the upstairs hallway closet, you look up at the ceiling and the hatch to the attic ladder. You had been dreading going up there for a few reasons. Spiders, dust, dirt, mold, and the wild idea that someone might be up there living for all you knew. Another reason was what you DID know was up there. Pictures, memories of people you would never see again, and memories of moments you’ll never experience. But, today was the day. It had to be done.

Straightening your shoulder, you pull the string and allow the ladder to unfold to the floor. Surprisingly, no dead bodies tumbled down and no clouds of dust poured. You climbed the stairs, holding your phone as a flashlight. Once at the top, you notice it’s not the crypt you expected. It could be a spare room, the floors barely showed signs of neglect, neat stacks of books in the corner, and enough room to stand. Another string hung from the rafters to a light that still worked.

Getting to work, you pull dusty boxes from the corners, carry them to the floor below, gather the books to sort through and sweep the floor. Once satisfied with your cleaning, you gather your supplies and turn off the light. You switch all the supplies to one hand as you shuffle to the ladder.

The canister of furniture polish slips from your arm and rolls to the side of the attic. You chase after it, using your phone light again in the dark. The light bounced off the can and another glint of metal on the wall you hadn’t noticed.

Upon further inspection, you see a small gap in the wall, metal peaking out behind it. Using your phone light, a two-foot by two-foot section of the wall seems to be cut into the wall. YOu dig your finger into the exposed groove and gift it a sideways push. After getting stuck a few times, the panel recedes into the wall at the right, and the content behind it is revealed.

A silver safe about the size of a mini fridge sits behind the wall, a thin layer of dust coating it. A keypad blinks in the upper corner. You take a chance and attempt to pull the handle, hoping it would open—another part of you hoped it wouldn’t. Scared to see what was in it.

After 3 more tugs of the handle, you give up. It clearly needs a passcode. You try a few—1234, 11111, 2222 —-- before again giving up in case it had a system that locked it completely for an undetermined amount of time.

Finally, you climb back down the ladder, Confused, which seems to be your everyday emotion these days. You might as well have a giant question mark above your head

What the fuck is going on?

Toji

“I was able to hack into her cloud and find her contacts. I reverse-searched the number of the last message she received. It comes back to a Connor J. Falco but it appears he’s gone by a multitude of aliases. Here are some of the text messages I was able to—”

“I’m not going to read her messages, just give me what info you have on the guy,” Toji interrupts, slightly closing the laptop that the hacker had rotated around for him to see.

“Isn’t your concern that she is…involved with this man? Romantically?” Shiu chimes in from the living room where he is sitting on the floor with Megumi, playing with action figures. “ I believe I’d want to know what they were discussing, hmmm?”

“That’s—her business,” Toji replies, knowing how ridiculous it sounds.

“Doesn’t hacking into her phone inadvertently—”

“Just give me info on the guy,” Toji says to the hacker. He knows it doesn’t make sense. He tries to ease the guilt of spying by telling himself it’s only half spying. And it’s not spying on you, you were just the obstacle to get to the real prey. He wouldn’t read any of your messages or look through your photos and social media. That’s where he drew the line—the very thin one.

“Connor J Falco is an independent contractor, though I can’t find anything about what exactly he is contracted to do. Small online presence, just moved to town from overseas. No criminal records, no past traffic infractions.”

“See? An upstanding citizen.” Shiu laughs. “Completely harmless.”

“However,” the hacker clears his throat. “That’s just for Connor.”

“What do you mean?” Shiu stands behind the laptop.

“His other alias,” Toji answers. He knew this was what would happen. Whatever persona this guy was showing y/n was no doubt clean. It was his other personas that worried him.

“Correct. And Dmitri Sokolov?” The hacker nods and turns the laptop around for Toji to see. “He has quite a disturbing criminal history.”

Toji slides the laptop closer, clicking through the pages of court records and mugshots both international and domestic. From white-collar to violent crimes. His heart hammers in his chest. These weren’t petty crimes, this guy has experience.

“Shit.”

[1141520851813892291920]

Poor, poor, little Archivist, hm? That event the other day must have left you shaken up, you’ve gotten careless! Internet security is so important, yet you’ve neglected to install some much needed security updates that would have prevented me from booting into your computer remotely. Thank you CrowdStrike! I’ll take great joy in getting to know your inner machinations with even deeper intimacy. The only thing that could bring me more joy would be if we truly were able to lock eyes and Know each other, the longing I feel to Know all that you do is insatiable. How close we were to that experience at one point.

Still, this is very intriguing! Rather than spend your time actually doing your job, it seems like you’ve been content to muck about in an attempt for a distraction. None of it seems to make sense, does it, Jon? Does it suck when you don’t Know why Martin returned from Before briefly? When any of them do? For someone so intelligent, it must truly bother you that the only thing you Know for sure is that you understand nothing. Nothing on the internet can solve your issue, not a soul from the Foundation or the Institute has much documentation on the phenomenon, and even your little therapy app can’t ease your troubles. It must make you rather ravenous to understand, at least based on your consumption that I can see here.

You’ll have plenty of time to long for them even more than you already have. What has happened Before can happen again, and you’re afraid you won’t be able to stop it. You’re afraid you might already Know the answer, which I can confirm that you do, and it’s exquisite in how much it makes you squirm. Why not focus on work more if you’re in need of distraction, hm? You already understand how effective that is, how efficient it was to work by yourself, and how it made you desire your pup even more. Answering an email is certainly more effective than wallowing in your own pity for sins you’ve already committed.

You are nothing more than a misguided prophet, intent on leading your little sheep to salvation, but instead you walk them along a road paved by your own misery and mistakes. You’ve managed to pull the wool over their eyes far more than I could have ever buried their doubts in you. I suppose I shall offer some guidance to you, I’d be very sad if our little game ended before it even began! Why don’t you start looking for the wonderful little program I’ve installed on your device? What does it mean if you can’t find it despite seeing all? — 💔

Wait, what do you mean, what program? You're saying you've somehow...hacked into my computer? My phone and laptop have been breaking down more than usual lately, is that because...of you?

Why? To what end? I don't understand, why do you want to Know me - us - so badly? Are you...something like me? Do you share my hunger? The devouring need? How else could you Know so much of me already? You're Watching me - you've admitted to as much. Watching all of us...is that...is that because of me? Did I...lead you to them? Misguided prophet, you said...what has happened before can happen again...

I know. I know that. I have the whole, that's why I've...but they don't- won't listen. I Know but I won't...push them away. Any of them. I can't. This is all some twisted game to you, after all, why should I let you...but it isn't even you, really, is it? You're just...exploiting the pre-existing weaknesses you've found. Things I should've taken care of much earlier. I understand nothing.

But I will. That's what you don't seem to grasp - I will understand everything, all of it, even you. There's no other choice. I must Know, so I will. It's...

I will keep them safe. I won't be the reason- it won't happen again. I won't let it. You...you are wrong. I am wrong. I will be wrong, I will be better.

I understand nothing.

I'll find whatever nasty little bug you've left behind, fine, play your little game. If for no other reason than I need continued unimpeded use of my laptop and phone. It can't be that hard, there's a trail somewhere and I will find it.

I will Know you, no matter how well you hide yourself. I will Know y

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[randomperson99sworld]

Hope

~ Chapter 14 ~

Summary: Dean and Sam Winchester save a young woman —Natalie Johnson, from a coven of witches who are after her deceased grandmothers spell book. At first Dean doesn’t trust her, will he ever? Natalie is just simply a woman who gets roped up in the supernatural world from a mistake her grandmother made.

Pairing: Dean x OC

Warning: Age gap, slow burn, smut (not until the later chapters), language, gore.

Word Count: 997

A/N: I may post one or two more chapters tonight. Happy reading! ♥️

The morning after the heated confrontation, the air in the motel room felt a bit lighter. Sam was still recovering from his injuries, but his color was better, and he was awake and alert. Dean was pacing the room, his mind already on the next hunt, and Natalie—sitting at the small table with her laptop—was focused on her own task.

Dean had suggested Natalie stay behind for this one. After the previous hunt went sideways, they agreed that it would be best for her to handle the research side of things this time, especially given her knack for hacking and digging up information. Sam needed rest, and they needed someone with skills to help them out remotely. So while the boys went off to investigate, Natalie had stayed behind to provide support.

As the day wore on, Dean and Sam were deep into their hunt—a string of strange deaths that pointed toward a revenant. But they had hit a dead end and needed more information. Specifically, they needed access to a secure database that could provide insight into the location of the revenant's burial site. That's where Natalie came in.

Sitting in the motel room, Natalie was in her element, typing furiously on her laptop. Her fingers flew over the keys as she accessed databases, searched for encrypted files, and hacked into restricted systems. The government security on the local archives wasn't anything she couldn't handle—she'd faced worse in her professional work—but this required finesse. The information they needed was buried deep in city records, and she had to bypass multiple layers of protection to get to it.

Dean's voice crackled through the phone as he and Sam stood outside a small graveyard, waiting for her to come through.

"Natalie, we need this info like... yesterday. You got anything for us?"

She rolled her eyes, smirking at the impatience in his tone. "Yeah, yeah, keep your pants on. I'm working on it. Whoever set up this system did a pretty decent job, but..."

Her voice trailed off as she clicked through a series of firewalls, each one falling as she bypassed their defenses. Within minutes, she was in. Her eyes lit up as she found the records they needed—burial records and land ownership that hadn't been touched in years.

"Got it!" she said, a note of triumph in her voice. "Looks like your revenant is buried in an old plot on the edge of the cemetery. I'm sending you the exact coordinates now. You'll want to be careful, though—there's mention of an unmarked grave, which means you're probably going to have to do a little digging."

Dean's sigh of relief was audible through the phone. "Good work, Nat. You just saved us hours of guesswork."

Natalie grinned, feeling the familiar rush of satisfaction. "You're welcome. Anything else you need?"

Sam's voice came on the line next, sounding tired but grateful. "Actually, yeah. There's some encrypted police files on the previous deaths that we couldn't access at the station. Think you can get into them and see if there's any common thread between the victims?"

"On it," Natalie replied, her fingers already flying over the keyboard as she worked on cracking the police database. This one was more challenging, but she was in the zone now, her mind focused and clear. After a few minutes, she let out a satisfied hum as the files unlocked.

"There we go," she said, scrolling through the records. "Looks like all the victims were buried with personal items—family heirlooms, jewelry, stuff like that. Could be what's keeping the revenant tied to them."

Dean grunted in approval. "That's what we needed. You're killing it, Nat."

Natalie smiled, her confidence growing. She hadn't just hacked a secure government database—she'd done it faster and more efficiently than she thought possible. The work was exhilarating, and even though she wasn't out in the field with the boys, she knew she was contributing in a big way.

"You guys owe me dinner for this," she teased, her voice light.

Dean chuckled. "Yeah, yeah, we'll get you something. Just keep that line open. We might need more help when we dig this thing up."

The hunt ended successfully, with Dean and Sam managing to locate and take down the revenant before it could claim any more lives. By the time they returned to the motel, covered in dirt and sweat but victorious, Natalie had compiled a detailed report on everything she had uncovered during her research.

As they walked in, Dean tossed his jacket onto the bed, nodding toward her with a smirk. "Gotta hand it to you, Nat. You pulled through again. That hack job you did on those city records? Impressive."

Natalie looked up from her laptop, raising an eyebrow. "Oh, was that an actual compliment?"

Dean shrugged, trying to downplay it. "Don't let it go to your head."

Sam, sitting on the edge of the bed, chuckled. "Seriously, though, you were great today. We wouldn't have been able to get this done without your help."

Natalie felt a swell of pride. "Thanks, guys. Honestly, it was kinda fun. You might want to leave all the tech stuff to me from now on."

Dean snorted, but there was no edge to it. "Yeah, yeah. Just don't go getting cocky."

Despite the banter, there was an unspoken understanding between them now. Natalie had proven herself, not just in the field but behind the scenes as well. She wasn't just along for the ride—she was part of the team. And that meant more to her than she could put into words.

As the three of them settled in for the night, with another hunt successfully completed, Natalie couldn't help but feel like she'd found her place. She might not be swinging machetes or firing silver bullets, but she was still in the fight. And for the first time in a long while, she felt like she truly belonged.

[abronzeagegod]

ETS WIP Chapter 15: The Battle of Tech Support

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"Priest Aeth," Sir Lance Corporal said from his position flying above the servers in the grand open space, "you go to server 19-D. Acolyte Lyta, proceed to server 3-J."

Lyta didn't object, even if she didn't necessarily feel like an acolyte. She wasn't so sure about this god, she never was one for specific worship practice. But she believed in Aeth. She believed in Aeth unconditionally, and that could extend some faith to this god.

Aeth found their server and immediately called up the command screen and started looking for all of their logs. Buried in their somewhere must be the connection to the computer in the Abyss.

Lyta, at her server, was busy trying to build a firewall to specifically target the stupid Swwarm app. It was going to take her a while because Lyta was not the best coder, that was Aeth, but Aeth was the one with the permissions to cut off their connection to the Abyss itself, so this was how it had to be.

Occasionally from overhead Sir Lance Corporal would dictate a specific line of code or monitor some kind of error as it flew across the sky of the servers.

Normally Lyta would be annoyed but this was not the time to be annoyed at someone backseat coding.

"I found it!" Aeth cried out excitedly. "It's going to take some time to find all the connections and cut them, but the hard part is over."

"Uh... Aeth? They know, and they're mad," Lyta yelled out.

"No, we still have some time before they find us."

"We really don't," Lyta said as she stepped around the corner to look directly at Aeth.

Their first reaction was stunned at Lyta's beauty. She was surrounded by a snowstorm all her own, and dressed head-to-toe in an Old World battle outfit made of frozen ash and fractal wildfires. The patterns were symmetrical and beautiful and Lyta wore it beautifully.

"I have never manifested anything besides a weapon and now I have a spear and shield and body armor," Lyta said nervously. "The Abyss knows and is madder than anything I've ever seen."

"Work faster," Sir Lance Corporal boomed from across the top of the servers. "We have several minutes before the first of the Abyss arrives and we should make the most of that time."

Aeth had to tear their gaze away from Lyta in full battle regalia and back to their keyboard. They had to shut down as many of the connections as possible.

Lyta was doing her best with the firewall but it wasn't going very well. It would almost be easier to remove the app individually from specific people. People who could help.

Now that was an idea.

Lyta quickly pulled up the masterlist of the tech support employees and keyed in two specific people.

"SIR!" she yelled. "I need you to find access codes to the phones for tech support employee 245845! And employee 984611!"

"Lyta! What are you doing?" Aeth yelled out as Sir zoomed over head accessing data and feeding Lyta the numbers.

"Calling the cavalry! Hopefully!"

Lyta hacked her way into the remote access for those two employees phones and with a quick cast of the Installation Wizard spell, she removed the Swwarm app.

However, it wasn't without a cost. Removing the app from those two employees triggered the attack from the worms of the Abyss.

The incursion began and tripped the failsafes in the tech support servers, cutting Lyta's access off as the worms tried to force their way out of the wires and codes and into reality.

"I'm locked out!" Lyta said. She readied her spear and shield and hoped they would be enough.

"Did it work?" Aeth yelled back.

"I hope so!"

"They are here!" interrupted Sir Lance Corporal.

The doors to the grand and sacred field of tech support servers opened as the dozens of infected employees rushed in to stop the two and their god from doing exactly what they were doing.

"I need more time!" Aeth called out.

Lyta rushed over to face the incoming swarm of her coworkers, determined to give Aeth the time they needed.

Instead of an all out assault, Lyta faced her coworkers taking out their phones. The Swwarm app already open and piles of sickly purple worms started to pour out of them. They had opened dozens of doors into the Abyss and called in the parasites from the other dimension.

"Fuck," Lyta swore.

"Defend the priest, fight the mortals. I will fight the worms," Sir Lance Corporal said over Lyta as the god charged the growing and writing piles of abyssal parasites.

Lyta nodded, feeling the deep rage of the abyss, her own anger at this whole situation, and channeled that magic back into herself to give her the power and knowledge to fight with these weapons she never really used before.

Luckily for her, her coworkers didn't bring weapons or anything terribly dangerous. They instead wanted to overwhelm her with pure numbers.

It was something that could very easily destroy Lyta, if she let it. But the other option was to let them through to Aeth who was typing furiously. That was utterly unacceptable.

Instead, Lyta summoned all the cold and the fury she could and froze the ground solid.

The swarming, infected, people of tech support came unprepared and started to slip and slide on the ice. Lyta's magic gave her the advantage her and she was going to exploit it.

She rushed into the small horde and tried her best to injure and subdue her friends and fellow techs.

Overhead Sir Lance Corporal was battling a horde of worms, parasites from a plane of chaos and unless hunger. But it seemed that more kept coming and the small god couldn't stop the tide.

Eventually all the small worms gave way to one big manifestation of the Abyss.

Xilgliv, the Unending Hunger, Worm God of the Abyss, had presented a fraction of itself in the sever basement of tech support to fight Sir Lance Corporal, Small God of an undetermined belief system.

The large worm reared up and turn it's empty, sucking head towards Sir Lance Corporal. "I WILL CONSUME YOU ENTIRELY"

Sir Lance Corporal said nothing, but dove in to fight the Worm God, to defend Aeth, Lyta, and all the others that had been taken over by the Abyss.

Lyta was doing her best to knock out the people attacking her, but they seemed relentless.

She smashed her shield into the chest of someone she vaguely recognized from the ninth floor and heard a crack. For a split second she feared that she had shattered some ribs but when the person blinked and their eyes cleared, Lyta realized that she had hit their phone in their pocket.

"Of course," she said mostly to herself.

But in that second of distraction and clarity, Lyta found herself surrounded.

Even if they had no weapons, the fists and kicks and blows that the infected used against her still hurt.

She was surrounded and her spear was ineffective.

Without really thinking about it, she summoned instead a small hooked blade.

Lyta tried to use it to target as many phones as she could see, but the forces were overwhelming her. Even the boundless rage that was all around her, Lyta's magic was starting to collapse.

Sir Lance Corporal and Xilgliv battled overheard, the battle of gods happening in and beyond this reality.

With every phone Lyta destroyed and every connection to the Abyss that Aeth closed, the Worm God got less and less.

It wasn't fast enough though.

Aeth was trying so hard to not focus on anything besides their work, besides the code in front of them and their task at hand. Bu the sounds all around them, the battle that was clearly happening, the sounds of their god and their friend being attacked and hurt was a lot for them to try and block out.

But they knew that if they didn't, if they stopped or got distracted or missed something than everything was going to be destroyed by the Abyss.

A sudden bright light illuminated the already bright space of the servers.

A large hand reached out and pulled Lyta free from being surrounded.

"What is happening here?" asked a low, rumbling voice.

"Oh thank fuck," Lyta said, through heavy breathing. "You're here."

The Knight of Doors nodded. "Explain."

Lyta pointed up at the battle between gods. "Abyss is attacking. They're infected. Stop them, break phones. Protect Aeth at all costs."

The large Child of the Earth nodded. They didn't question Lyta any further, it was clear that they grasped the situation pretty quickly.

"You really know how to pick interesting situations," said the other person that had come in with the Knight of Doors.

"Ji," Lyta said with only a little disdain. "Glad you can make it."

"I'm not sure what you did or how you're involved, but I guess I owe you for freeing me from it," the whip thin, rapier of a woman said as the green chains started glow from the tattoos covering her arms.

"I'll explain it later, can you just help out now without causing a thing?" Lyta asked snidely.

Ji frowned and finished summoning the chains. "I fucking hate fighting worms."

Lyta and the two Exterminators rushed into the still swarming mass of infected techs.

With the odds ever so slightly evened out, the fight went much easier.

The Knight of Doors was a force to be reckoned with, and was all but unstoppable even with sheer force of numbers.

Ji was a powerful Exterminator in her own right, using spectral chains and her own specific magic to control and manipulate the swarming masses.

The three of them managed to subdue a decent amount of the techs and smashed their phones, cutting off the summoning of the Abyss, one broken piece of technology at a time.

Aeth had closed off almost all of the connections they could find to the old computer. There were only a few left behind that they could find, but there was a synthetic scream of pain from Sir Lance Corporal as the Worm God Xilgliv pressed into the small god, starting to fulfill it's promise of consuming the being entirely.

With her friends and allies doing all they could, it was time for Aeth to do the one thing they had left to do.

The Installation Wizard spell, on it's surface, seemed to be a very simple spell. It added or removed a single program or piece of technology via magic.

But the truth was that the spell was deep magic, it was powerful, and it had infinite capabilities.

Aeth took a step back from the server they were working at and started to cast the spell.

They were going to need to upscale the power, the gestures, the code of the spell, and the amount of magic they were going to have to pour into it.

They pushed out with every spare piece of magic they had and then whatever reserves their consciousness held on to.

With the very precise and specific movements and gestures, the pale green code was left on the air in front of Aeth as they traced the patterns with their hands and their rings glowed as the magic began and spread out in front of them.

Finally, the spell was cast.

Sir Lance Corporal disappeared.

The Worm God did a horrible imitation of a laugh. It was wet and dark and disgusting and it sent a deep cold stab into the guts of everyone who hear it.

A moment later the servers all hummed in unison, the prayer chant rising and getting stronger.

The small god of Sir Lance Corporal returned in a brilliant flash. His stained glass wings glowed brilliantly and the circuit body looked unharmed and undamaged by the fight.

Aeth smiled.

"This is my sanctuary," the formerly small god said in a voice that echoed with the voices of the servers. "You will be gone from this place and you will leave my people alone."

The Worm God tried once more to attack, but this time it crashed like a wave against the rocky cliffs. The servers clicked and roared as Sir Lance Corporal turned off connections to the Abyss, and forcibly removed the app from all the phones connected to tech support.

Xilgliv tried once more to attack, to remain relevant and in this reality that they were not allowed in, but against Sir Lance Corporal they were hopeless.

With a rush and a roar, the Abyss was banished.

Lyta turned to Aeth, her armor starting to finally melt away. "What did you do?"

"I'd like you to meet the newly installed god of tech support," Aeth said with a gesture to Sir Lance Corporal.

i have a kofi where you can read the last chapter early

[myassbrokethefall]

xf rewatch: ghost in the machine

This one was interesting to watch in light, obviously, of the current AI moment. Like, Deep Throat goes "how much do you know about ''''artificial intelligence''''?" and Mulder says "I thought it was only theoretical." You did? And then a minute later DT describes "a learning machine….a computer that actually THINKS." like hold up there fella! There's quite the gulf between THOSE two things but I suppose we don't really know that yet back now. Even Mulder saying "could someone have ''''''''hacked'''''''' into the system?" like this is the most out-there idea of all time, and instead of going, duh yes, hacking into the system is indeed something that someone could most certainly have done, Brad says "not your average phone phreak, that's for sure." remember phone phreaking?? neither do I because I'm old but I'm not THAT old. I heard an interesting podcast ep about it semi-recently though. Like you could make a noise with your VOICE that was the same pitch as some note the phone plays and it tricks it into connecting you to a long-distance line or something. neat stuff. anyway.

The computer stuff wasn't AS ridiculous as I remembered, but I also wonder if the farther we get from the time period the more I'm like, sure that seems like it could have been true back then I guess. At least, it seemed to more or less follow from a story perspective (but maybe that's what makes it so unrealistic in a tech way). Things that DID stick out to me included the following:

1. all those security cameras seem so RICKETY. They're all just stickin out there servo-ing jerkily around out in the air, just hit that shit down with a shovel and be done with it. Mulder dramatically covers one with a cloth and I was like, great now you only have to do that 9,000 more times in this building.

2. the superintelligent AI is courteous enough to jingle Scully up on her landline at 1:31 am to screech modem noises at her in order to give her a heads up that it's hacking into her computer at that moment (for what purpose? how is reading her reports on Mulder any help to it…ehh whatever).

3. Gordon/Gansa really running through the scifi "homages" with Conduit being very heavily Contact-by-Sagan-based and this one developing a voice solely so it could say things like "program……. EXECUTED GET IT" and "sorry Dave Brad, I can't do that."

4. I did certainly feel that the computer was "thinking" QUITE a lot more outside the box than seemed even marginally realistic (and per what I have read about machine learning, not that I am remotely close to being an expert on any of that). It sure got a LOT of info from filming people with its analog(?) security cameras and like, extrapolating from what it observed. The way it halted the elevator so Scully would call security and identify herself when she did so, so that it could learn her name and start googling (forgive me) her? I mean now that is some high-level strategizing. I feel Janelle Shane would not approve.

Other notes from my "notes":

Penny Northern as the lady congratulating Jerry on his profile that he stole from Mulder.

Scully's hair is slowly getting unfortunate. That swingy little Deep Throat floofy bob remains my favorite so far.

Nancy Spiller forensics instructor at the academy, "we used to call her the iron maiden!" Every time Scully mentions or interacts with a professor now I wonder if she fucked them. Heheh (EDIT: I just realized Penny Northern IS Nancy Spiller. !!! Still wonder if Scully fucked her)

This ep contains the iconique moment of Scully emphatically circling something on a computer monitor with a physical writing implement. (Also that whole mapping the voices together situation was very goofy and also pointless — if the system had a voice why wouldn't it be Brad's voice; he invented it.)

This is the first ep thus far that I've found Scully's Scullying kind of irritating. It seems very obvious that Brad did not do it so her being like "mulder I'm sorry you're so sad about your shitty friend dying that you can't think straight" feels condescending instead of sympathetic. "maybe it wouldn't be a bad idea if you talked to someone." "you're probably right." *leaves* "where are you going?" "to talk to someone." yeah you deserved that, sculls.

Failed mulderisms: "open sesame." I'm not offended by it or anything it's just so weak as to barely rise to the level of joke. Also, it has ALWAYS and I mean since the 90s grated on me that he scoffs "a politically correct elevator" because the elevator is being so outrageously, offensively woke as to… announce the floor numbers??? ok boomer!!! lord

Scully's got this book in bed with her. analyze as you will.

Pretty impressive how Mulder knows how to whip open a car hood and immediately rip the correct wire to get the horn to shut up.

Greatly enjoyed the This echo of them climbing stairs and yelling out numbers while doing so. Also, they are so young and athletic; sure they can go up 30 flights of stairs and then Scully is totally game to be hoisted into a ceiling vent and crawl around up there. J. Edgar's finest, at the top of their physical game!

I got so mad when Mulder goes "he apologized. in his own way" about Jerry. he literally did not even come close to apologizing! he said fuck you I stole your notes because you were gonna help me anyway so who cares, shut up, and then he stomped off. In no universe is that an apology of even the worst sort. Jerry sucks.

this house:

(literal photo of tv taken from couch, too lazy to even get up)

is ugly as shit, and I was making fun of it saying that it looked like a suburban convention center and bar mitzvah venue instead of a rich tech guy's sleek futuristic mansion and wondering if they filmed it at like, a Days Inn, but I was informed it was actually the home of a star Canucks player?? well he had terrible taste.

Finally, I remain FASCINATED with watching Mulder and Scully Work In An Office and interact with other people in the office and do office things like eat pastries off a cart! and hang out in what looks like the FBI archives! This set:

is so endearingly normcore-office to me. The library cart with archive boxes and also some other loose crap on it. All the haphazardly sized shelves from Staples with random mugs that no one wants so someone just sticks them on a bookshelf. Stacks of copy paper. A whole bunch of plants, some of which are dead, and also featuring at least 2 empty vases. The industrial tissue box. Someone did a very good job with this set dec is what I'm saying. Ok, the "INVOICES" folder is a little funny.

This is almost a workplace drama at this point in its life and I am a little bit obsessed with that. What is Fran gonna say about M&S smashing up that car. Smh.

[my-mom-named-me-duck]

i saw your vent post and um

yeah i jsut wanted to say that i have a bark phone and its absolute shit

i guess i want to vent about ym shit phone

so you prolly know this but the bark phone is basically an android phone thats been hacked to integrate bark into the software

the problem is the constant surveillance makes it slow af

and i cant do anything without my mom's approval, no new contacts, no texting without censoring anyhting even remotely triggering, nothing

my mom who is queerphobic and ableist (w mental illness, not physical)

idk my struggle isnt as bad as yours but i just wanted to vent to someone who also struggles with the bullshit that is bark :/

im lucky that my aunt isn't any of the ists or phobics but it is very paranoia inducing.

it sucks man.

theres a reason apple doesn't allow it

[astrxlfinale]

And ding ! There'd be a few more mess- Ding , ding ! Ding !

Messages from the ever so FIERY Guinaifen. Who else lacks such fear for double texting and spamming?

[txt]: nice legs [txt]: do they spread (❁´◡`❁)

While it might not be obvious in the text, she's having a little hoot in her own company, laughing a bit at her own attempt at silly, cheesy pick-up texts. That, and she might have been dared by some of her followers from her steam to do something risky, a dare that had ended with a 'I'll take you up on it!' and a warm farewell and promise of an even better stream next them.

(of course they were disappointment about not knowing what she was going to be up to ...)

[txt]: is this what being a shameless flirt feels like [txt]: i feel so tough (*/ω＼*)

Maaaaybe she could've chosen another emoticon for that...

[txt]: lemme try another one !!! [txt]: ok okokok so

Utmost preparation! She'll even sit up in her bed for this one, trying to cook on some exquisite, well written poetry to be sent to Caelus.

[txt]: is your google maps working? [txt]:cause i looked up best places to eat and your name didn’t pop up

There might have been a slight loud and ugly snort at that message, Guinaifen falling back onto her. There's something funny about this, sending little silly texts. She, however, might have outdone herself with a small message of encouragement...

[txt]: dw babe i've got alll the meat material , im here all night (๑•̀ㅂ•́)و✧ [txt]: HAN(D)G in here <3<3 (〜￣▽￣)〜

Penacony finds itself a land once entrenched by dangerous forces, and in many ways, still is with the hierarchical Order leaving era old wounds within this land once ruled by paradise and decadence all the same.

If only they realized the inspirational levels of discord that's become such an insurmountable foundation in his life. One such example being checked as the phone is booted up with life, leading to an artificial life to brighten up his face.

An unconscious shot of elation dawns at that smile that could bring life to the darkest nights. With a selfie of her smiling face framed while a fireworks flare surrounds that name of Firekiss, it left him wondering what sort've excitement got her bouncing out the walls.

Many things were anticipated, a feeble attempt in predicting the unpredictable.

Caelus had no fucking clue just how bad his mind was off course.

do they spread (❁´◡`❁)

...

Being rocked with this level of whiplash was so potent, that Guinaifen may as well flung fireworks through the screen. For an instant a daze of stars cloud his vision before his voice tried to speak, only for a hacking cough to follow suit that immediately made a good round of passerbys immediately avoid him, judging stares digging into his back all the while. Breathe. The internal order forced air into his dreamy lungs before edging back, doubling down his resolve to stare at this screen again!

It wasn't over. A wicked force had to have taken over her soul, imbuing it with a sense of thrills that she normally never typed before! That mere teehee emoji that follows being undeniable proof!

In a flash of delirium as he begins to run, Caelus hadn't even realized what he typed.

[Txt]: HELLO???

What follows was a blur as one moment he's underneath the eternal sky, and the next he finds himself stashed in the nearest clothing store. Stumbling past the designer Ts, the skinny jeans, only to find himself propped upon a nearby wall after nearly tearing a rack off the hinges.

He could feel the way his heart proceeds to race within his chest, more of those damnable buzzes following in heart pursuit. It was enough to make the hairs on his neck stand while a measure of heat swarm his face. Think Caelus, think.

'Spreading my legs.. Huh. I have heard that the flexible do enjoy having someone 'remotely' in their ballpark. But then what does that have to do with me on Google maps? ..Having me go full eagle, wanting to eat.. Is she finding herself in a mood to make me a 5 star meal?!'

It's flattering really, and in the same vein the sheer amount of chaos that elicited stunned him into stupor. This level of brazenness exercised was a line they've never dove into before. Was this some kind of fun joke or did the fiery carnivore within found itself unleashed!?

Just as he flicked his eyes across the screen, wholly prepared to give his earnest thoughts on the matter while calling her a goofball, once again does reality pause...

Eyes scrambling across the text, she was about to find out the exact way he perceived this information. Caelus could be found sinking down to his knees as his jaw remained hanging.

[Txt]: ...Honey?

[Txt]: Hand in WHERE EXACTLY?? ARE YOU SAYING YOU WANT TO FIST ME?

@avaere

[vikenticomeshome]

Cyberchase - Revising Digit's Backstory (part 2)

The Hacker was more organized for the Gollywood bank heist than he was with the armored cars. He was the man in the recharger chair monitoring the situation, as he could not risk being seen. Digit did much of the covert work of quietly unlocking doors and drilling holes in walls, as The Hacker could not risk losing his most valuable henchman. Buzz and Delete were there for the crowd control and heavy lifting, as they were too stupid to be trusted with anything else.

The bank heist went well at first. The Hacker hacked into the security cameras and set them to only show a looping video on the security monitors. Buzz and Delete tore apart the alarm system as instructed. However, in their fumbling, they also tore apart the phone system, which wasn't part of the plan. Digit opened the vault without any difficulty. They vacuumed up Snelfu after Snelfu into a small fleet of remote-controlled Cybercoupes. As each Cybercoupe filled, it was sent back to the Northern Frontier via a different route. If a Cybercoupe was intercepted, it was set to blow-up to hide the navigational data. The Hacker quickly became a multi-millionaire.

However, even The Hacker could not anticipate everything. As the Cyber-sun began to rise, the guard watching the monitors realized that the cameras were still showing nighttime. The guard was not alarmed yet. They thought that maybe the cameras were malfunctioning. The guard attempted to call their supervisor, but the line was dead. Recognizing that they were cut off and fearing for their safety, the guard pressed the button to set off the alarm. Nothing happened. This confirmed the guard's fears that the system had been tempered with.

At this point, another worker was able to alert the Gollywood PD. The Hacker pulled everyone out. Digit was able to escape unseen, but Buzz and Delete were caught. The Hacker knew that he was in trouble, as Buzz and Delete would tell everyone who he was, and where his base of operations was. Without a proper ship like the Grim Wreaker, he became a sitting duck.

Digit was able to disguise himself as a guard, pick the lock to the holding cell, and bring them out. However, there was no time to ruin the security cameras. For the first time, Digit's face, albeit disguised, was associated with the crime. By the time Buzz and Delete were retrieved, they had mentioned the name "The Hacker", with an emphasis on the "The". But that name meant nothing in Gollywood, and the police had no idea where the money had gone.

However, the heist of the Bank of Gollywood was a big deal. Nine million Snelfus were lost. The armored truck heists were allowed to remain local affairs, but something this big went straight to Motherboard. At this point, The Hacker laid low. His money was hidden in Valussa. He sent Buzz and Delete away to a Cyber-Cheese factory, where they could blend in with many more Botopolis kit robots. The remote-controlled Cyber-Coupes were destroyed across Cyberspace. Then, all The Hacker had for transport was the slow pod that he was banished in. And all The Hacker had for an ally and caretaker was Digit.

Motherboard and Dr. Marbles were shown what little evidence remained. The two captured bots had claimed to have been working for someone called "The Hacker", but they had escaped before any further questioning could be done. There was also footage of the last time the bots were seen, where they were being led away from the prison by a guard. Motherboard and Dr. Marbles recognized Digit through the disguise, but they decided to hold that information back, as they were in disbelief over seeing him again.

The Hacker and Digit were put on trial for the crime, in spite of the lack of evidence. The prosecution presented The Hacker as a cunning mastermind causing chaos beyond what Cyberspace had ever seen, with Digit as his purpose-built tool. The Hacker presented himself as a sick Cyborg with a broken power supply living out his exile. He arrived in a recharger chair cobbled together from odds and ends that he (truthfully) needed to survive.

The entire Northern Frontier was searched for the Snelfus or any alternate forms of transport, but nothing was found. Without the two bots, the stolen Snelfus, or any reasonable transport to cross Cyberspace to reach Gollywood, the entire case against The Hacker rested on the idea that Digit worked alongside The Hacker during the heist. However, without the information from Dr. Marbles or Motherboard, they could not prove that he was in the guard uniform. Digit took the stand and denied any involvement for himself or The Hacker with the bank heist or the prison break.

As part of the questioning, Digit was asked about The Hacker's prior crime of stealing the Encryptor Chip, and whether he believed that The Hacker had tried to take over Cyberspace at the time. Digit's reply was "Well of course I do! I retrieved the chip and turned him in to Motherboard for it!". With the reveal that Digit had previously foiled The Hacker's theft of the Encryptor Chip, there was no way to convince anyone that he had helped The Hacker in the Gollywood bank heist. The prosecution's case imploded.

Though Motherboard believed that The Hacker had done it, she was bound by the laws. The Hacker and Digit were acquitted, and the Cyber-Constitution ensured that they could not be tried again for the Gollywood Heist. Shortly after The Hacker left the courtroom, Buzz and Delete quietly returned to him from the Cyber-cheese factory.

The Hacker's wealth was gradually retrieved from Valussa and used to fund the construction of the Grim Wreaker. There were times when Digit yearned for the old days when they both worked at Control Central, but any serious idea of leaving The Hacker had left him. He wasn't even sure when that had happened. Maybe it had been that first ride to Valussa. Hacker had been so quiet, trying to keep himself alive with what little power Motherboard had so cruelly marooned him with.

Meanwhile, Motherboard and Dr. Marbles were distraught. They realized at last that Digit had been instrumental in saving Cyberspace once already. There was no doubt now that he would have never gone willingly with The Hacker. No, their theory was that Digit had been abducted, they had failed to act, and that The Hacker had reprogrammed him to prevent further betrayals. They desperately wanted to save him, but forcibly reprogrammed borgs were an absolute nightmare of red tape to deal with. They needed time to build a case.

With the Grim Wreaker completed, and still millions of Snelfus left-over, The Hacker was ready announce himself to the world. But it wouldn't be another bank heist this time. With his money out of Valussa, and no further use for the site's armored cars, he had no reason to keep their lights on.

And so, The Hacker revealed his power to all of Cyberspace. Buzz and Delete were delighted, for what that was worth. Digit, on the other hand, found himself feeling sick. This wasn't an armored car dumping its money and having it blamed on rust. This wasn't a big bank getting drained. This was an entire Cybersite being conquered and dropping off the map. He thought back to the theft of the Encryptor Chip, the first and last time he had stood against The Hacker. Had Motherboard and Dr. Marbles been right to send The Hacker away after all? He thought back to that first armored car, when it had just been him and The Hacker. He had only wanted to get him the money to keep them both alive. It had seemed like no big deal back then, when The Hacker was so weak and desperate. The Hacker wasn't weak anymore.

But then, what was Digit supposed to do? The Hacker would surely punish him if he tried to defect now. And where would he go? He knew he couldn't go back to Motherboard. From the armored car heists, to the bank robbery, to freeing Buzz and Delete, to ruining the court case against The Hacker, Digit knew he was a bad guy now. Nothing he could do would change that. The Hacker had only had one chance, a chance that he had thrown away by stealing the encryptor chip. Digit knew that he had received many more chances than that, and he had thrown the last one away in that courtroom.

No, he had to do something to stop The Hacker. Even if he couldn't side with Motherboard, he had to side with Valussa. Digit decided to send a coded message down to Valussa. If they could figure it out, they would be saved. Maybe, just maybe, The Hacker wouldn't find out this time. A future of armored trucks and banks would be better than this.

At that point, Dr Marbles had arrived at Valussa to assess the situation. The circuits were scrambled, and it had been done by someone who knew how to make the repairs as difficult as possible. There was no doubt that The Hacker had done it personally. Still, without inside information, this was going to take ages to repair. Motherboard had insisted that she would be fine while he was away, and that his priority was to save Valussa. And so, he started from the site's endpoint, with its known power requirements. He needed to work out the correct position of each node in the giant tangled circuit.

And then the coded message came through. It was Digit's work. His writing style was all over it. But why was he sending it? Was this some sort of taunt? Surely, The Hacker would approve a taunt to be sent without writing it in code.

Still, the code wasn't hard to work out.

"MOVE MOON RAY LEFT TWO FEET"

Dr. Marbles read the message over and over again. Was this some kind of trick? Was it really this simple? Dr. Marbles made some calculations, this time starting from the moon. Yes, even among the mess of circuits, there was an alternate path there. Moving the moon ray left by two feet would re-activate the site. It was almost as if The Hacker had left an alternate path on purpose so that he could make a big show of turning on the lights later. Marbles gave the order, and the site was restored. After everything, Digit had saved Valussa.

Unfortunately, The Hacker was also able to break the code. He was aware of Digit's betrayal. And this time, he had two more henchman, a few million Snelfus, and a large ship. There was no reason to be calm this time. No, this time, The Hacker was enraged. After everything they had been through together, Digit had ruined him again. First, The Hacker had lost the Encryptor Chip, and now he had lost the very first site he tried to take over.

Of course, Digit needed to be caged. If this was some attempt to defect to Motherboard, then The Hacker had to quash that immediately. Digit was still his perfect machine, and he had given him all sorts of useful abilities. if Digit stood in opposition to The Hacker, it would ruin him.

But Digit was not so easily caged. After all, he still had his beak, purpose-built by The Hacker to open such locks. And so, he made his escape.

The Hacker refused to give up, of course. The Grim Wreaker roared past Valussa in pursuit of Digit. The only option available to Digit was Control Central. Sure, between the bank and the armored cars, he was terrified of what Motherboard might do to him. Still, if there was anyone that could cause The Hacker to flee, it would be her.

Buzz and Delete pleaded with The Hacker to turn away from Control Central, as they feared Motherboard's wrath. However, he would not listen. The Hacker was just too damn mad. What had started as a small show of power in an insignificant cybersite...what had started at armored truck robberies...had become a full frontal assault on her. This wasn't part of the plan. The breach wasn't there. The virus wasn't there. Motherboard was still the same bastion of strength as before. But Motherboard would not have his bird, even if Hacker had to crush it against the site's dome.

As both Digit and the Grim Wreaker neared Control Central, Motherboard opened a portal. With The Hacker closing in, Digit reluctantly entered the portal. The Grim Wreaker attempted to follow.

And Motherboard put her foot down.

And so, Digit was face-to-face with Motherboard again after so long. The dome of Control Central's main room reminded him of the bird cage he had just left. And he wasn't stupid enough to try drilling his way out of this one. Not when she had eyes all of the room. Her first question was "Are you hurt?". He knew his wing was broken. "I'm fine. Thank you," he replied. He felt her running medical scans almost immediately. "Your wing is broken," she said. He wondered when she had bought a medical scanner calibrated for Cy-boids.

Motherboard continued. "I can help fix it, but I need your permission to power you down first." Powering down seemed like a good idea right about now. Digit nodded, and Motherboard powered him down. When Digit awoke later, he was in his old bed. For a moment, he had some hope that everything had just been a bad dream. Maybe he would get up, join The Hacker in the Legacy Communications Array (LCA) for its near-constant maintenance needs, and everything would be like how it had been before.

But, of course, The Hacker was nowhere to be found. Everything Digit had done was real. And now, he was in Control Central. He wasn't really in the same room as Motherboard. No, Motherboard was the room, more or less. Her eyes were everywhere. Her sensors were everywhere. Every wall in the place had at least one layer of circuit boards behind it, hence the removable decorative panels.

With no other option, Digit arrived in the main control room. Dr. Marbles was at the keyboard, and Motherboard was on-screen.

To be continued

[audryt]

Windows is adding an AI stalker feature to your computers and phones.

My first thoughts (but definitely not my last):

-This might be used by psychopathic relatives, parents, spouses, teachers, authority figures to stalk their victims.

-This might be used by employers to coerce and manipulate remote employees and force them to work without breaks.

-This might be used by cult leaders to control their involuntary members (the kids/spouses/relatives of those who joined up).

-DICTATORSHIPS WILL USE THIS TO CONTROL THEIR CITIZENS.

-This might be used in abusive ways by abusive parents toward their kids, especially queerphobic parents.

-This might be hacked and exploited in thousands of ways by hackers, especially those looking to stalk and/or blackmail targets.

-This might potentially be hacked to alter data in order to frame someone for a crime.

-Espionage, hacking of Intel personnel, of gov't officials.

-I can keep going; my imagination can come up with a million ways this will absolutely be a disaster. Maybe that's because I grew up with a parent in Intel and because I could code once upon a time and as a result I get just how dangerous this could be to everyone. Everyone.

[sophiataylor221]

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Ch.6 - Reconnaissance

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

Laswell gets taken hostage by enemy forces on a mission guided by Price; Kiera attempts to help; Kiera assigns her own mission for answers; Ghost and Soap are sent for insurance.

"The data hacked from Hassan's phone in Mexico went through a cell tower off the Coast of Spain. Hassan was communicating with someone there when we caught him. Signals track to a hatchery used by the cartel as a smuggling front. It's remote and on the water." 

"Perfect to move illegal cargo." Price said.

"Including missiles." Gaz added.

"We need to get on the ground and see if the missiles are there. Imagery shows at least four structures and a lighthouse. We need eyes inside, but it's heavily guarded by the cartel."

"The high grass lands itself to concealment in the right gear." Price informed, a chuckle lacing his throat at the thought.

"Ghillie suits." Gaz said.

"Exactly. I'll watch the coast for movement and provide exfil by boat."

"You shouldn't be out there alone, Kate. One is none."

"Three's already a crowd. We have no jurisdiction here, John. We roll low and slow. This is unauthorized recon by fire. We're off the books. I'll call you when I'm in position." 

"Copy that, Laswell. Any news since Hassan was let go?" 

"Negative. I have Officer Dutton working on it."

Price chuckled. 

"Let's find these missiles before they end up in our backyard." 

*

Kiera paced in her room at the news of Laswell's hostage situation, but Shepherd informed her that Price and Gaz were leading a convoy to get her back and have her returned in twelve hours. She had asked to be deployed to assist in the matter, but Shepherd insisted not. Alejandro stood in the room with her while Ghost and Soap were in the lounge, hearing almost every word through the thin walls. "Must be serious, yeah?" Soap said to him. 

"I'll say," Ghost sighed. "I wonder what he'll do." 

"Probably keep her here for intel," Soap shrugged. "She's too good to get rid of right now." 

He was right. Kiera's intel and how well she worked with the team was something that never went unnoticed. She never hesitated to go on a next mission or host a fight. To Soap, she reminded him of Ghost in a way - but the only difference aside from the obvious was that she was easier to get along with. It had been a few days since their last mission that involved Hassan's interrogation and Kiera was itching to retrieve new intel. She had a few ideas up her sleeve, but nothing could be confirmed unless she acted on it. 

Alone. 

"Have Price lead the rescue team, then!" They heard Kiera say, a rise in her tone as it was clear she was irritated. 

"That's not going to happen, Officer." Shepherd replied.

A short moment of silence fell within the barracks before Soap and Ghost heard her scoff. "Say again?" 

"This is a tug o' war, Dutton. I need them to pull back, not move forward."

"Since when?" 

"Sincenow. We can't just send in the cavalry. These things take planning and preparation."

Kiera was getting rather upset at that point, putting the phone that was on speaker on the nearby table closest to the wall, giving Soap and Ghost a better range of hearing. They knew they were wrong for eavesdropping, but it was also a conversation being heard within those walls. Ghost figured if it was that important, it would have taken place in a more private area like Alejandro's office. "These things take violence and timing. Price can do both, General. Kate's life is on the line." 

"I know he's upset and it happened on his mission. That's a hard pill to swallow." 

"Are you saying they should just leave her?" 

"I'm telling you that I can't help them." 

"Then why not send me? Send me there to get her back and help Price's team." Kiera bargained. 

"That's a negative, Officer," Shepherd barked at her. "Your assignment is to help reach Hassan--"

"And we did just that and we had to let him go!" 

"Well now, I'm assigning you to a different task: help the 141 get to those missiles. Find them, destroy them, and take down Hassan. In that order." 

She sighed, "And to get to those missiles, we need Laswell. I thought she was your friend?" 

"War isn't aboutfriends, Dutton. It's aboutenemies." 

Before Shepherd could continue, Kiera hung up on him, rubbing her temples as she was clearly frustrated with Shepherd's willingness to let Laswell go and worried about Laswell. "Fuck that." She mumbled. 

"Hey, senora, it'll be alright. Laswell will pull through. Price has it under control." 

"It's not Price I'm worried about. It's the willingness to leave a soldier behind that's bothering me." 

"I understand," Alejandro nodded. "What're you going to do?" 

She then looked at him before exiting the room with a sly smirk on her face.This means trouble. She entered the lounge as Alejandro followed her, Ghost and Soap quick to make it look like they were chatting amongst themselves as if they didn't just eavesdrop between Kiera and Shepherd's conversation. She was wearing regular clothes: jeans and an olive t-shirt.Fucking hell. It was beginning to be his favorite phrase as he looked at her without the restraints of her vest and tactical gear that kept her body hidden from him. She was perfect. 

And by perfect, he didn't mean slender and well-toned. She had wide hips, full thighs, and a bit of "plush" on her stomach, the rest was muscle. He never found himself to be attracted to women with the "perfect body" or society's standard, but Kiera,God, he found every bit of her to be everything he would look for in a woman. 

The men watched as she poured herself a cup of coffee, setting it on the counter to wait for it to cool. For the time being, she removed a vape pen from her shirt pocket and took a long drag, the room soon smelling like an apple. Soap chuckled, "Caffeine and nicotine, huh?" 

"Damn right," She replied, nodding before taking another drag. "I'm too pissed to even eat right now." 

"You never did tell me what you were going to do, senora." Alejandro said in a low tone, unaware that Ghost heard everything within his range. 

She blew the smoke up above her head, "I've just assigned myself to a new mission." 

Alejandro furrowed his brows, "With whose orders?" 

"Mine," She said sternly. "Until we know the status of Laswell, we need to focus on those missiles. Laswell said there was a hit off the Coast of Spain. That's where Price and his team swept. With those missiles, they need guidance systems." 

"Guidance systems?" Soap asked, turning in his chair to look at her. 

"Yeah, they ensure that the missiles go to a destined target." She answered. 

"What does that have to do with Price?" 

"Those missiles won't be in Spain, Colonel. Too much of a load for such a small checkpoint. I have a feeling those missiles are somewhere else and the guidance systems are on the Coast. Aside from Hassan, there's only one person who knows more about it." 

"And who's that?" Ghost asked.

"El Sin Nombre." 

"Aye," Alejandro agreed. "So, what's your idea, senora?"

"I'll need to break off on my own for this idea, Colonel," She smirked, taking a sip of her coffee. "I'll report back to you in six hours. Should be more time than what I need." 

Alone? Six hours?! What the fuck is she doing?

"Where are you going?" Alejandro asked, studying her features as a playful and mischievous smirk decorated her face. 

"Las Almas - the best place to get intel." 

"No, no, no," Alejandro shook his head. "Notthere. Notalone."

She scoffed, "Please. If you have a gun and are not in uniform, nobody will bother you. Besides, it's not them that you need to worry about." 

"Do you want one of us to come with you? Just in case something happened?" Soap asked her. 

She shook her head, "You boys stay back on this one. I'll keep live on a comm just in case I need insurance. Besides, I need to get my cardio in." She shrugged.

She left the group in silence, each of them looking at the floor for a moment before Alejandro could be heard breathing a laugh. "What is it?" Soap asked. 

"When she goes off on her own, trouble is soon to follow. Good trouble, good trouble."

*

Polkas Palabras by Molotov played loudly in the bar as Kiera sipped on her ordered whiskey. She looked around, hoping to spot active members of the cartel. She was looking for a way to meet Sin Nombre, but knew she had to play her cards right. A white woman was nothing new on the streets of Las Almas - most of them being prostitutes just trying to get by. 

She noticed two guards at a doorway behind the bar. Taking another sip of her whiskey, she then stood to her feet. She was dressed in a bought dress and heels in the spur of the moment on her way to Las Almas. The black dress hugged her hips snuggly, but not enough to show the outline of the holster beneath her dress. "State your name and business." A guard said in Spanish, stopping her at gunpoint. 

She arched her brow, "I want to meet Sin Nombre." 

"Sin Nombre, huh?" The guard chuckled. "Not without an invitation. You are not authorized to enter." 

Just as she was told the information, she was about to turn on her heel and leave before figuring out a way to force herself in, but her train of thought was broken as another man with eagerness to his voice sounded. He assumed she was a prostitute.Easy invite, she smirked. "Beautiful." He said in Spanish before nodding at his guards, granting her entry. To them, she looked harmless...

*

Just outside the bar on a cliffside, Ghost and Soap were positioned with snipers, ready to take out the first man in their crosshairs. They were assigned by Alejandro to follow her and ensure her safety as her skill and smart was too much to lose as well as having her on the team. Worrying about Laswell's return was enough and having to worry about losing Kiera was enough to push Alejandro to the brink of high blood pressure. "What's your status, Hermano?" Alejandro said over the comm on a private channel. 

"I've got a clear visual on her," Ghost replied, his eyes burning with exhaustion as well as adrenaline. He didn't like what he was seeing: a man with his hands all over her as it was clear what his intentions were. "Looks like she's getting intel." 

"That I know she is. She's swimming in shark-infested waters right now. The cartel is all over Las Almas, especially at night." 

Ghost gripped his rifle as he watched through the scope, seeing that she was being questioned before anything proceeded further. 

*

"Mexico City, huh?" The man asked, checking her fake ID card. "What brings you here?" 

She shrugged, her Spanish rolling from her tongue as if it were her native language, "New beginnings. Have no family, no friends. I like being secretive." 

"That I can see. Why do you want to see El Sin Nombre?" 

"I heard Sin Nombre is good for business and I want in." 

"You heard right, but you're straight to the point," He smirked, nodding for his men to exit the room as he was willing to make a bargain. He kept looking at her legs - how those calves looked when she walked and still how short she was compared to him. He was going to have his way with her. Besides, if she wanted in on cartel territory, she would do anything. "I am straight to the point as well, but since you are a woman, my men and I require another type of resume for their invitation." 

She forced herself to bite her lip, hating this part of her job, but she knew it was all fake, which made it easier. She had him wrapped around her finger already. "Is that right? Well, I'm prepared." 

He braced his arms on either side of the chair he forced her in, his breath attempting to coax her into a rushed one-night stand. "I see you're flushed - the adrenaline. Don't be nervous." 

"Perhaps it's not me who's nervous," She replied, cocking her head to the side to let him view her neck. 

Ghost was not liking what he was seeing through his scope. Most men would, but he absolutely despised it.Don't you dare put those hands near her, mate. He and Soap watched intently. 

"Perhaps I should let you know I'm a woman of control." She continued. 

He growled, "I'm into that." 

He let her stand to her feet, shuddering at the feeling of her hands on his shoulders, taking a quick mental note of the weapons on him - a knife and a gun. She guided him to where he sat on the chair, putting her right leg up onto the seat of the chair right next to his leg, letting his hand begin to wander up to her knee. She truly hated it, feeling no connection whatsoever, but she knew she wouldn't let him closer. 

She ran her fingers through his hair, pulling at his roots gently, testing the waters. For a man who worked for Sin Nombre's Lieutenant, he sure was easy to read.Men make it so fucking easy.

His grip tightened on her calf which was still resting on the chair. "Oh, senora, I'm eager to read this resume." 

"Is that so? You like it rough, huh?" Her Spanish was as enticing as those eyes of hers and she had him right where she wanted him. He nodded, enjoying the feeling of her grip pulling at his roots again, this time bringing his head closer to her face, their lips centimeters from each other. 

"Shit, we should've brought some popcorn for this show--"

"Shut up, Soap. Fuckin' hell."  Ghost growled, having to readjust his view through his scope. He was in no mood for his comments, but he was just making it more and more obvious. 

He heard him chuckle, "Oh, I get it... You've got a thing for Dutton." 

"No." 

"Mhm. It all makes sense now. The big and scary Ghost has gone phantom for a new comrade, yeah?" 

"No."

"You say that now, but it's happening." He poked. 

Ghost shook his head. 

"It's one hundred percent happening," He continued, enjoying poking at Ghost for something that was clear to bother him. "I don't blame you, though. Fuckin' badass lass." 

"Okay, I get it," Ghost scoffed. "You have your own intel on me. Shut it." 

"Oh, so you admit it?" 

"I fuckin' swear to God. If you don't shut your mouth, I'll fire a shot and get us in a heap o' trouble." Ghost warned. 

"Oy, simmer out, mate. I'm just prodding." 

"Well prod someone else." 

Soap hid a mischievous smirk, secretly happy for his friend to have a potential love interest. He just hoped Ghost could keep his cool and not fuck anything up. He and Kiera were a lot alike but still didn't know a lot about each other. But, to Ghost's defense, Kiera was surely something to look at. Perhaps it was all just a new attraction instead of an interest, but either way, Ghost liked what he was feeling. It was new and raw. It felt good to have someone to look after, even if he felt they didn't view him in the same way. 

Ghost kept his gaze locked on what was going on behind the window in the back room of the bar. 

She pulled him closer to her face, "Where can I find Sin Nombre?" She whispered, the skin of her lips a centimeter away from his ear. She felt goosebumps erect on him as his breathing became jagged. 

"I can't release such information without an invitation. This is why you're presenting your resume." 

"That so? Well I'd like to continue so that I can make my presence and hopefully be a... helpful member of your team." She whispered, feeling his hands traveling up her legs. She shivered at the touch, hating it as it wasn't coming from a man she was attracted to. Her skin was butter-smooth under his rough digits, but it didn't stop her from continuing. 

"That you are," He breathed out, removing a card from the breast pocket of his shirt, giving her the address of a Lieutenant's residence. "Lieutenant De Santa is hosting a party tomorrow night. I'll tell him you're coming." 

She smirked, "Will he be this easy to please?" 

"Possibly. But you, madame, are driving me wild." 

She pressed her cheek to his, her lips a centimeter from his hot skin as she quickly removed the dagger from its sheath on her garter, thrusting it into his neck. He didn't gasp, but a burp left his lips as she pressed her lips to his cheek, "I'm sure I am." 

She let him go, watching him go limp on the floor of the private room, holding the card he had given her in front of her before putting it between her breast and her bra, securing it until she could arrive back at base. She then took a glance around the office, finding nothing of interest before sneaking out of the back of the bar onto the street, shutting the door to see a single guard on duty. He noticed her as a threat, having no time to react as she delivered two powerful and fast punches directly to his sternum, causing him to moan in pain before she pushed him away, looking to her right to grab the nearby stool he had been using to sit on for when his feet got tired, jamming the legs of the stool into his jugular, making him stumble backward before falling to his back as the powerful blow caused him to lose consciousness. 

"Holy fuck, mate. You see that?" Soap asked Ghost, nudging his elbow. He was like a kid on Christmas watching his favorite action movie. 

"No shit." Ghost grumbled. 

"If you two ever start romancing, don't get on her bad side." He teased. 

"If you don't shut the fuck up, you won't live to speak of this shit to anyone else."

"Hey, what happened to an English welcome?" He snickered, setting his rifle aside. 

Ghost was highly irritated with him now, using his left hand to ball into a fist before punching Soap in the ribcage. "Ow!" He groaned. 

"There's your English welcome. Now fuck off."