Wildwood

Tyler slumped down at his desk, firing up the computer. None of his screens were particularly fancy, but that was all part of the plan. People generally saw an older screen and thought 'old computer'. What was inside and plugged into the system was an entirely different matter. While he had never actually gone after the government, from fear of attracting attention and putting the other guys in danger, between what he had and what Lucas had, he was pretty sure they could do some serious damage. But that was a task for another day. Today he was charged with getting dirt on a Mr. Michael Hamilton.

Tyler got up and grabbed a can of soda from the fridge. He shucked off his jacket and sat down as the screens flickered to life. First place to begin: social media. People left so much information on there it was obscene. A quick search and he found the man he was looking for. Apparently dirty money attracted pretty faces. Odd how that worked. Tyler rolled his shoulders out. Get a grip, man he thought, We're trying to take him down, not get laid. Tyler shook his head and scoured the profile for anything he could use. A lot of posts seemed to be coming from one of two places. A few clicks and Tyler sat back, letting the programme run itself. All he needed was an IP address. He doubted that they were using any VPNs or anything like that. From what he had gathered as a technician, people tended to only use them for streaming.

A few minutes later, Tyler had two IP addresses. He searched for the source of the first one, finding that it led him to an office in one of the umpteen tower blocks in the city. Well, someone's been slacking off. The second lead to a private address in the suburbs. The homestead of Mr Hamilton, Tyler figured. Time to hack the server. Tyler tapped the code in, the movement of his fingers becoming second nature. Once his was in, Tyler looked through the browsing history, specifically for anything banking related. Social media and bank accounts. Once you had them, you had people in the palm of your hand. Problem was, there were two banking sights in the search history. He sent a message to Lucas.

To Lucas:
Don't suppose you know which bank the company's with. I've got two here and I don't wanna be wasting time.

Tyler sat back and waited for a reply. He didn't want to move forward and waste time if Lucas had extra intel that would save him a hell of a lot of time. While he was waiting for a reply, he tuned into the conversation. "Ty? You up for some too?"

Tyler snapped up in his seat as Melody spoke to him over the mic. Jesus, you need to get a grip. She wasn't even in the room and he was acting like this. So far the conversation had been background noise, just making sure that his friends weren't about to get themselves killed. Drinks, they had been talking about drinks right? "Sure," he answered, certain that his voice was betraying him in some way. "Just, uh... just gimme a sec. Banks and stuff, but I'll be over. I'll let you know when I'm on my way." Tyler ran a hand down his face. Real smooth Uxbridge, real smooth

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Melody watched out the window as Kit drove down the street. She stopped at Cenna's apartment and let the girl out who disappeared into the building. Kit and Melody were alone. She waited for her friends to respond to her offer of a drink. It was quiet on the other side of the mic and for a moment, Melody wondered if she had been cut off from HQ. Panic rose up in her chest and she opened her mouth to say something when Ty's voice came through. "Sure. Just, uh... just gimme a sec. Banks and stuff, but I'll be over. I'll let you know when I'm on my way." He said. A bright smile forced itself onto her face as he spoke and she shook her head. Annoyed with herself for being so paranoid, but happy that she was wrong. "No problem, Ty." She replied. "Just text me when you're on your way."