For as much work and effort Riley put into watching the security tapes and taking extensive notes on everything her manager said during the previous day, no noteworthy information came from it. Everything was strictly proper business; setting up meetings with other CEO's to discuss policy change, arranging for her daughter to be taken to daycare the next morning, and other boring and non-incriminating things like that. It made for an extra mind-numbing session of review the night previous.
A very tired-eyed Riley walked into work the next day, wondering how she was going to speed this investigation along. It had been several months already, and she was still miles away from reaching a point where she'd have enough evidence to expose or indict any of the companies on her list. Even ProviBlue, where she was stationed and closest to, was no closer to being exposed as corrupt than the day she started. Of course, there were a few day-to-day transgressions that she'd uncovered, but nothing that would help bring to light the negative public reputation she was hoping for. The usual slog of security feeds and audio recordings didn't appear to be enough.
The brunette plopped down into her chair and sat there for several moments, too tired to do anything else besides stare at her computer screen with squinted eyes. Her mind felt foggy and slow. After a slow blink and a long stretch of her back, she sighed and hung her bag on the peg beside the entrance of her cubicle. She had a long day ahead of her.
Booting up her computer always took awhile, and she took the time trying to figure out what her next step could possibly be. She couldn't do this every day for another 6 months, honestly. It was wearing her out. The long day-shifts and even longer nights were taxing and beginning to show. However, she wasn't sure what else to do. Her hacking skills were good, but not good enough to break into some of the best software security in the country.
Not to mention, once she attempted directly hacking into the systems, her investigation could be put in jeopardy. Riley had tried toeing the edge of the law as delicately as possible, knowing that once she crossed it there wasn't any turning back. Gathering information by herself, while also dodging the police, wouldn't be easy.
She wasn't scared of going against the law to find the information she needed, but Riley knew diving in without thinking about the consequences would surely have her either arrested or eventually exposed, and that would throw a kink in her entire operation.
Her screen finally loaded, and she opened up the various programs and tabs she'd need to get through her workday. The headset she used for calling was swiped from it's charging port and fit snugly onto her head, fitting into place neatly.
Small thumps and a tired yawn in the cubicle beside her alerted Riley that Dan had arrived to work as well. Her already tired and less-than-stellar mood then tanked exponentially. She hoped her usual rejection of his advances the day before would stave him off for the time being. She couldn't guarantee she wouldn't snap completely and yell at him to knock it off this time.
Thankfully, Dan seemed to not be a morning person either, because he didn't attempt talking to her. He walked off down the hallway, perhaps looking for a cup of coffee to wake up for the day. Riley let out a breath, calming herself. Easy now, she thought to herself. No need to take out all your frustration on your coworkers. Just chill.
The brunette logged into the multiple programs she would use that day, then sat back to wait for the calls to begin coming in. There were still several accounts that needed to be called, some left over from the day before that she didn't finish, but she was confident that she could still do it if she procrastinated by an hour or so. No worries.
Closing her eyes and leaning back in the chair, Riley thought over her problem again. The security cameras and recordings were a no-go. There wasn't anything to be found there. She was fairly certain that avenue had been exhausted, perhaps much longer ago than she had really been willing to admit, blinded by the desire to find something, anything.
The brunette was becoming more and more convinced that if she were going to find the sort of dirt she was looking for, she'd have to stoop a little lower. Maybe it was time to start doing things the nefarious way. There'd probably still be all-nighters gathering information, but hopefully it wouldn't be quite as soul-sucking as it was now.
The only question was where to start.
Riley was getting restless, opening her eyes to realize she'd been bouncing her left leg up and down in nervous tension. Her wireless headphone hung around her neck, and she plugged one earplug in, pulling out her phone to put on some music to calm her down.
Tapping a few things, she pulled up Youtube. The first page it came to was the DedSec video from the day previous. Her eyes traced over the DedSec logo, grinning skull and all. They were such a mysterious group, and she wondered just who they were. What sort of people were they like? Was this something they just did on the side? How invested were they in spreading the message they wanted to? Were they actually as selfless as they were making themselves out to be, or did they still have an ulterior motive that had yet to surface?
So many questions Riley didn't know the answer to, but the more she couldn't help but wonder about them, the more the gears in her head began turning.
Maybe…just maybe—no, that was such a long shot. Why would they ever consider it? Well, if they were both after the same targets…but could she trust them? Would they trust her? There was a lot Riley didn't know about them. But was her assignment worth the risk? The journalist wasn't exactly afraid, but the sheer mystery behind the group made her hesitate.
Riley pulled her laptop out of her bag hanging on the wall, opening the screen up and typing her password in. She looked behind her at the entrance to her cubicle. No one was walking by. Another plus to having the corner space, not many people ventured this way, leaving her basically to herself.
She pulled up the Nudle homepage, and typed 'DedSec' into the search bar. Predictably, a majority of the sites that pulled up were news and blog articles. She only did a precursory browse through the news organizations' pages, knowing they wouldn't have the information she was looking for.
Next came the variously dotted blog pages, which were more for discussion about whether DedSec was actually the movement they said they were. A few were dedicated to trying to figure out the identities of the people in charge. One even predicted that by the end of DedSec's reign over San Fransisco, the world would end. Huh.
Several Nudle pages later, and she still didn't find any sort of lead. Riley rested her fingers against the keyboard, blowing out air through her mouth slowly. The regular internet held nothing for her, but perhaps the lesser known side would have what she was looking for.
She did another glance around, before connecting to another Wifi from the building next door. Cracking Wifi's weren't that hard, thankfully, and the next moment she was opening up Tor on her laptop.
Ten minutes of searching produced nothing, and finally she gave up, shutting the laptop and pushing away from her. Slumped in the chair, she sat there and swiveled in the chair slowly back and forth, wondering what to do now. Surely there was a way to contact them?
Another idea formed, and she reopened the laptop. Exiting out of the deep web, she hopped onto an anonymous chat room that Riley knew hackers frequently used to communicate between each other. It was a long shot to think DedSec themselves would be on it, but perhaps she could at least get the word out that she was looking to speak to them.
An input box came up, asking what she'd like her username to be. Instinctively, she typed 'Z3R0,' her hacker handle. She may not be that well known, but perhaps someone would at least recognize that she wasn't a black hat up to no good.
The chat site welcomed her, and she typed a quick hello into the chat window. A few people responded, all with variously diverse and strange names. They were courteous, which was miles ahead of what she had expected.
Z3R0: Is this a location-specific server?
TheCarrotMan: Yeah, it's dedicated to northern California, mostly right up against the coast.
Gl1tchB1tch: yep
ItsYaBoi: There'd be way too many people if it was a public server, bro.
Z3R0: Awesome. I'm hoping one of you could help me out with something then. Anyone in the San Fransisco area?
TheCarrotMan: Sorry, I'm north by about 75 miles.
One2Three: you know, it's kind of common sense not to tell anyone where you are located. hackers like anonymity.
Acid Tr1p: what do you have in mind?
HarambeWasInnocent: SF, huh? and with what?
Z3R0: I'm looking to get in contact with DedSec.
Riley waited, then frowned. The responses before were quick and friendly, but now the chatroom went silent. Five minutes, then ten minutes went by. Pursing her lips, she typed out another chat.
Z3R0: I'll take that as a no?
The way they were ignoring her question made her feel like a pariah. Was DedSec that much of a taboo? Were they disliked by the hacker community? She hadn't been aware. Popping her fingers, she waited another few minutes before giving up, exiting out of the chat site and returning her gaze to her work computer. She had calls to make anyway.
*HarambeWasInnocent has joined the chatroom. Please remember that this is a SECURE CHANNEL. Be mindful of who you give access to.*
LordBarren: Yo, harambe, haven't seen you around for awhile.
L33T: what's going on bro?
HarambeWasInnocent: Not much. I'm actually looking for Snickerdoodle. Is she here?
Snickerdoodle: Yeah, whatcha need?
Kam1kaz3: she's here.
HarambeWasInnocent: Just left another chatroom. Someone joined and started asking about DedSec. Said they wanted to get in contact.
L33T: oh shit. who was it?
Snickerdoodle: What was their hacker tag?
HarambeWasInnocent: Z3R0. Have you heard of them?
Snickerdoodle: No, it's not familiar. Could be some other group trying to infiltrate? Don't know for sure.
TheDrIsIn: that name sounds really familiar actually…can't place it though
LordBarren: any idea if they are black or white hat?
TheDrIsIn: pretty sure they are white hat. if they weren't I probably would have remembered more about them. hate those fuckers that only do this for themselves. i make it a point to know their names and never associate with them.
Snickerdoodle: Anything else you remember? I'll pass this on.
TheDrIsIn: not really. i wouldn't take chances nowadays though.
HarambeWasInnocent: Well, I'm out. Have things to do.
L33T: see ya, bro
LordBarren: at the same time, DedSec needs all the help it can get. Maybe they'll be a good resource, maybe not. We won't know until they say what they're after though.
*HarambeWasInnocent has left the chatroom*
Josh was glad he'd put the trace on Z3R0's movements, because the very next day he started seeing a pattern of search results for DedSec in their history. The notification of Z3R0's search history was all about them. That in of itself wasn't too surprising, he supposed. They were a well-known name in the area. Perhaps they were only doing some research into the other groups around here. At the same time they could be looking to sabotage their operation, and that was something Josh wouldn't allow.
From what he could see, all they were able to find were mostly news stories about their previous exploits. The only problem was that Josh wasn't so sure what exactly they wanted with DedSec. The intentions were what mattered most to him. And he couldn't be sure of what Z3R0's were.
His phone lit up, and he saw it was a message from one of their informants. Snickerdoodle.
You've got someone by the name of Z3R0 in chatrooms asking how to get in contact with DedSec. I asked around but no one really knows all that much about them. Assumed to be white hat. Let me know if you need me to do anything.
Josh frowned, and decided then that this was a matter for the whole group to know and discuss. Up to that point, this Z3R0 person hadn't been a notable threat. Now, however, Josh wasn't so sure.
"Hey guys?" He called, eyes glued to the screen of his computer as he started searching again for any sort of webcam or security camera he could get a visual on this person with. "We got a tip from one of our people. Someone's been trying to get in contact with us."
"Really?" Sitara sounded more impressed than concerned, meandering closer with the rest of the group towards Josh's workstation. "Sounds like DedSec's name is starting to spread further."
"Any idea who it is?" Wrench asked through the robotic filter of his, placing his hands on the back of Josh's chair annoyingly. However, he didn't say anything about it. It was a waste of breath anyway.
"No, just the hackertag. Z3R0. They seem to be pretty obscure." He said, typing away at code and tracking the many channels of surveillance he could think of. Thankfully, the person's location was better suited for tracing now than previously, and he was able to lock onto a good signal this time.
"I guess the main question is, what do they want to talk about?" Marcus input, taking up a thoughtful expression. "Sure, it means our brand is expanding, but with the way we're taking off, any number of people could be looking to take us down from the inside."
"Yeah, I mean those FBI fucks are always trying new ways to get into hacker groups anonymously. This might end up fucking us over." Wrench agreed. Of course, he wasn't all that trusting of anyone new. This suspicion from him wasn't surprising.
The group went quiet as Josh was able to find a camera within the general vicinity of the individual. He trained it on a cubicle inside of ProviBlue itself. A brunette woman tapping away at a computer, headset and all, with a closed laptop sitting on the desk beside her.
"You sure that's her?" Sitara asked, and Josh nodded slowly.
"I traced the manufacturer's codes of the device used, then compared it to the laptop. They match. It's her."
"Huh. Certainly doesn't look like she's up to anything dastardly." Marcus said casually, more and more intrigued by this person. "Might be worth it to see what she wants."
Wrench crossed his arms and stood defensively, the eyes on his mask turning into asterisks. "Mmm, I don't buy it man. The attractive ones are always the most likely to betray you, spit in your face, back stab you, and cheat on you with another man who is three times her age."
The group went quiet, turning to look at him with weirded-out expressions. An awkward silence persisted for several moments.
"Uh, got something you want to say, Wrench?" Marcus asked reluctantly. Wrench's eyes turned into three dots.
"Nope." Was his short reply, pretending like nothing had come out of his mouth in the first place.
"Alright then." Marcus nodded, turning his attention back to the computer screen. The group watched as Josh hacked into her actual workstation webcam, giving them a clear view of her face. She was speaking, no doubt to someone on the headset, and tapping away at the keys quickly.
Her hazel eyes flickered back and forth across the screen, brown hair framing her face. Certainly not the face of someone trying to wish them ill, right? Marcus' eyes wandered over to the wall decorated with Horatio's pictures. They all knew the risks, and this could be yet another risk. Hopefully it wouldn't end like that time, but the hacker had a feeling this one would be different.
Sitara sighed, cocking her hip and shrugging. "Well, what do you think? Should we meet her?"
"Might be worth checking it out." Marcus offered. "We could use any resource we can get our hands on, and maybe they'll be of help. Besides, I've got a good feeling about her."
"You have a good feeling about everybody." Wrench pointed out, and barely dodged the punch that was aimed at his shoulder. "Whatever. I'm not convinced, but if the rest of you are onboard, hey, what the hell?"
"Sounds like a plan. Josh," Marcus turned back to the green-hooded hacker, "get us as much info on her as you can. I'll set up a meeting."
Josh nodded, and the rest dispersed from his workstation, giving him the space he wanted. They were family, but sometimes they crowded him. He stared at the woman's face for a few more moments, wondering what she was like, before exiting the feed and tapping into the workstation for her profile information.
Later that afternoon, Riley's phone buzzed in her back pocket. She registered it, but ignored it for the time being to finish up the loan application with her customer.
"Yes, I'll forward you a copy of this application so you have a reference. You should receive a call by the end of the week as to the status of your loan, ok? Thank you, you too. Buh-bye." With a click, the phone disconnected and her headset went silent. Typing a few last-minutes notes onto the form, she submitted it to the review department and sat back.
She dug out the phone from her back pocket, pulling up her messages. Frowning, she noticed it wasn't a number she recognized. She opened up the message.
If you are looking for DedSec, go to Port C on the pier at 9:00 pm. Go alone.
Her eyebrows shot up, and she typed out a quick response.
Who is this?
Even after several minutes there was no reply, so she put away her phone, slightly stunned. This was an unexpected turn of events, but at least she had established contact. That was the first step, she just had to plea her case and hope they accepted it.
"So, what do you have on our inquirer?" Sitara asked Josh that evening, leaning against his desk and watching his computer screen. She brushed her purple ponytail away from her face. "Anything that could tell us what she wants with us?"
"Nothing like that." He shook his head negative. "But I did find out more about her personally."
"Awesome, let's take a look." Sitara gestured for him to continue, and he pulled up the tabs that he'd been searching to show the others. Marcus overheard and wandered over. Wrench was busy pulling apart some electronic or other.
"Her name is Riley Clarke. She works for ProviBlue during the days, but I suspect that's just a front." Josh explained, showing the profile page for a news publication located south of San Fransisco. Marcus peered closer to see the specifics.
"She's a news reporter?"
"More like an investigative journalist." He tapped a few other keys and brought up a facebook page. "She separates work from her personal life, so there's not much to go off of other than her employment profile there. It's still listed as current, though."
"What else did you find?" Sitara asked.
"Age 23, 5'6 and 165 pounds. Brown hair, hazel eyes. Registered as an organ donor. She lives alone in the middle of San Fransisco. Owns one cat. Drives a 2014 Mazda 6."
Marcus rested a hand on his chin. "Any family?"
"Yes and no. Her mother is still alive, but lives in Brooklyn. From what I can see, she's a drug addict and works minimum wage at a call center. Her father died from apparent suicide about 7 years ago."
"Damn. Any idea why?" Sitara pulled a face that was obviously a mix of pity and feeling as though they'd discovered too much information.
"Unclear. All I could find was the autopsy report and a death certificate."
"Hmm…anything else that might be useful to know going in?" Marcus asked, adjusting his bag on his shoulder, preparing to head out.
Josh tapped away at his computer for a few moments, before pulling up her ctOS profile next. His eyes scanned the page. "She's a registered gun owner. Be careful."
"Huh, well it's a good thing I am too." He nodded nonchalantly, unconcerned about it. She didn't look the type to go in guns first. This would probably be a walk in the park.
Riley kept internally telling herself that everything would be fine, that this was just a quick meet and nothing more, but that didn't stop her from glancing around her at the dark shadows between the cargo containers on the dock. The gulls flew overhead and squawked occasionally, which was comforting, but the creak of the pier made her jump at each sound.
There was a bench underneath a lamp post further ahead, and she walked a little faster to reach it. She wasn't sure if this is exactly where they wanted her to meet them at Port C, but she was at least in the correct general location. Besides, this was DedSec. They probably already had eyes on her the very moment she drove up to the place.
She smoothed her shirt down, taking slow breaths to hide her nerves. It wouldn't do look so nervous. There was still a bit of negotiation to do, and that required some semblance of a poker face. Looking left and right confirmed that no one else was around. Looks like even the pier workers had all gone home, or there weren't any evening shipments expected. Perhaps DedSec knew that. Or it could be a coincidence. Unlikely. Was it to ensure privacy? Or leave no witnesses should something happen?
Riley took off her bag and set it on the seat beside her, rummaging through it for her audio recorder to make sure it was still rolling. Her earpiece was also in her ear. It wasn't connected to anything, but it was powered on. She'd forgotten to take it out earlier. At least her hair covered it up.
Closing her eyes, Riley thought about all the corruption she could expose with their help. All those injustices shown to the world, the thought was sobering and calming. Her nerves slowly died away, the sense of responsibility and determination to complete her assignment setting her mind at ease. This was simply a business proposal. Nothing more. There was nothing to be nervous about, especially if they both shared a similar goal.
A noise pierced the edge of her hearing. Some type of whirring or…mechanical sound. Opening her eyes, she glanced left and right, trying to identify where it was coming from. Though it sounded far away, it was growing closer.
Riley instinctively reached for the gun holstered to the back of her belt, comforted by the weight and familiarity. She hadn't yet had a reason to really shoot it, but she'd practiced enough in the range to be confident in her aim.
Something moving off from the left caught her eye, and she squinted to try seeing it clearer. It was small, kept low to the ground, and finally it came into view under the light. It was a small, RC car with large wheels. Riley stood, peering down at it curiously.
It came to a stop in front of her, unmoving, and she knelt to inspect it. There appeared to be a few modifications to the design, with a small camera attached to the front, and a retractable claw at the back. She smiled, thinking it was a bit ingenious.
It beeped a few times, and suddenly, she felt the phone in her back pocket vibrate, making her jump from fright. She pulled it out to see that it had been shut off. A small beep emanated from her backpack and earpiece as well, leading her to believe all of her electronics had been hacked and turned off.
"Shit." She muttered before being able to stop it, taking a step back in case it would actually do her physical harm this time. She reached behind her to touch the gun at her waist, but footsteps in the darkness made her pause.
"Woah, woah! No need to pull that out We're just here to have a conversation." A male voice said. She saw a shadow approach, then step into the light of the lamp post. It was a black man, a bandana covering his face. She wouldn't be able to identify him that way. He was dressed in modern clothing, one of those trendy snapback hats, and a messenger bag slung across his back.
Riley took her time inspecting him, trying to judge if he was armed. He held both of his hands up, but one was carrying a cell phone. No doubt that was what controlled the little RC car. He noticed her silence and shrugged in apology. "Right. Sorry about the phone and bluetooth piece. Gotta take precautions nowadays, you know?"
"Yeah…" She agreed halfheartedly, nodding slowly. She found her voice again and stood a little straighter, taking her hand off of the gun. "Are you with DedSec?"
The man stood and crossed his arms, eyes narrowing underneath the brim of the hat. "What I want to know is exactly who you are and who you work for."
Riley knew for certain this had to be DedSec. Who else would it be? But she wasn't sure if this was just a grunt or someone significant in the organization. Riley's status as an investigative journalist was worth keeping secret. Unless she knew this person was trustworthy, she was hesitant to start spilling all of her secrets.
"I'm not inclined to say. I have a cover to keep." She admitted truthfully, thinking that at least being honest up to a point may be helpful. However, he only shook his head and turned the direction he'd come.
She was losing this opportunity. "No, wait!" She cried out, taking a step forward to stop him. He did, turning to look back at her. Sighing heavily, and deciding that she was past the point of backing out, Riley went back to her bag that sat on the bench and dug out her media badge.
"My name is Riley. I'm an investigative journalist with Tri-Valley Herald. I'm on assignment in San Fransisco right now." She gave him the badge to look at, and he rejoined her under the light.
He silently took the offered badge and inspected it over. Using his phone, he no doubt took a picture of it. Riley had to stop herself from ripping it from his fingers, but let it be. Her fingers curled into fists at her sides, but she showed no other discomfort at the action.
After several seconds, he nodded and handed the badge back to her. She returned it to it's place and faced him again. His stance relaxed a bit, which gave her hope.
"Alright, Riley. I believe you are who you say you are. But what exactly does an investigative journalist want with a hacker group?"
Without thinking, she looked behind her for anyone that might be listening, then felt ridiculous for doing so. Shaking her head, she continued. "My assignment is to expose corruption within the biggest-name corporations in San Fransisco, most financial transgressions, but at this point anything will do. I've been working this for a few months but haven't come up with anything significant.
"I want access to the data you guys have gathered on those corporations. I know DedSec has a similar goal. We both want the same thing, to take down these big corporations that prey on the everyday citizens." She gestured with her hands to the city, the passion beginning to drive her nerves out the window and introducing the desire to convince him of her idea. "I'm tired of the undeserving taking what they want and exploiting individual after individual to get it."
"You're preaching to the choir, Riley." He said with a small chuckle, raising a hand to stop her tirade before it really got going. "And it's all well and good that you want to help the problem, but what's in it for DedSec? This proposal is sounding very one-sided at the moment."
"Fair enough." She said, nodding in agreement. The wind began to pick up, and she scooped all of her hair behind her back to stop it from blowing everywhere. "In exchange for the information, I'd be willing to publicly support DedSec through my personal blog."
"A personal blog? How big of an audience are we talking?" Riley could hear the skepticism in his voice. She smirked, crossing her arms confidently.
"It gets several thousand hits per day. It's fairly influential in northern California." She boasted, rather proud of what she'd created online. Then, she smiled, gesturing to her turned-off phone. "I'd show you but…you know."
"Impressive." The man admitted with a low whistle. "DedSec could use all the positive rep it could get right now. Supporters are always a welcome thing."
Riley felt that she'd at least garnered his interest. His arms were crossed defensively, but he swayed side to side in an easy manner. Of course, they could still decide that she wasn't trustworthy and pull out of the deal, but the brunette felt that with the amount of followers they could gain to support them with her blog page, they would want to seriously consider her offer.
"You do realize publicly supporting us could put you in danger, right?" He remarked, and she shrugged nonchalantly.
"It comes with the job. I'm not afraid of a little risk."
He nodded slowly, but pierced her with a steady gaze again. "It could also put your employment with ProviBlue in jeopardy. You're using that as a front, right?"
Riley's eyebrows raised, about to ask how they knew, but she stopped herself just in time. They were a hack group after all. It was stupid to assume they hadn't at least done their research before coming to meet with her. She nodded.
"It could, but I'm willing to take the chance. The amount of info I could get with your resources versus what I'm getting now is definitely worth it."
He was silent for several moments, before straightening and grabbing onto his bag by the strap. "Well, Riley, I can tell you're the sort of person that is passionate about what they do. That's a good thing. But something like this I have to discuss with the others. We work as a group and make decisions as a group."
"I understand." She replied genuinely. Really, she did. It would be more suspicious if he outright agreed to go along with her plan right at this moment. Having the confirmed consensus would rest better on her suspicion. "Let me give you my number-"
"No need. We've already got it." He said, waggling the phone in his hand with a chuckle. She smiled ruefully.
"Right. Hacker group. Nearly forgot."
The man took a few paces backwards, the RC car coming to life again in front of him. "We'll be in touch with our answer. Take care of yourself, Riley."
"You too." She said, watching as he faded from view and walked off as a shadow in the darkness beyond. The sound of the RC card slowly faded until there was nothing at all but the lapping waves and cawing gulls above.
Riley took a breath and walked the way she came from towards her car. She wouldn't be getting a lick of sleep that night, guaranteed.
Marcus walked back towards the van, the jumper driving beside him on the pier. He had a good feeling about Riley, but there was still the matter of convincing the rest of the group that he thought they should go through with it. Sitara wouldn't be that hard to convince, and Josh was normally pretty indifferent about these things. Wrench would be the hardest, and even he could be persuaded easily in the right circumstances.
Speaking of, there was a few deep, metallic thumps somewhere to his left. Unconcerned, he continued walking as Wrench jumped off from the top of one of the shipping containers.
"Ungh!" The masked hacker grunted, straightening and joining Marcus' side. The surveillance rifle was leaned casually against his shoulder as he walked. "Sooo, are we joining forces or what?"
Marcus shrugged. "I mean, I believe her. She got pretty riled up when she started talking about exposing all the corruption. If she was acting, she's really good at it."
"Yeah, but she could still be looking to take our information and fuck us over." He pointed out, eyes turning into double lines, indicating his irritation. "Take Prime_Eight for example."
"Maybe." Marcus admitted, but still not convinced that she would. He gestured towards the camera rifle on his shoulder after a moment. "Did you get it all?"
Wrench patted the barrel affectionately, expression changing to one of pride. "Yup, audio and visual. We can look it over at the hackerspace."
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