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LondonsFog sighed at her desk, fingers impatiently tapping on the keyboard as she browsed through the forums. Normally she didn’t pay much mind to the bragging’s of the under-hackers who thought too much of themselves. She hadn’t survived a war and gone into hiding to be drawn into the petty ranks that now made of most of the hacker community. It made it ache to think that once the world of computer hackers contained some of the brightest minds of the tech field was now reduced to squabbles over nothing.

Her eyes wandered to the picture frame on her desk, one of the sole possessions that she could say was hers, and hers alone. There were two pictured overlaid in the frame, the smaller, tucked in the corner of a man whose eyes conveyed so much unreturned love. The larger was of a steel capsule, the side door opened to reveal the body of a boy who had nothing to live for, yet she lived for this boy.

LondonsFog frowned as she read yet another post from Theo1 crowing over his achievements. She didn’t like the activity from this hacker; often he would pull help from other hackers to achieve his ends without giving credit or the hacker disappeared altogether.

However, what surprised her more was that the hacker he recruited this time was none other than Glitch for the latest game break out. How abnormal.

A message came up on LondonFog’s screen interrupting her thoughts.

5.175.128.0 …. A German IP address. LondonsFog accepted the message.

LondonsFog: It’s not like you to reach out Jane.
JanesHand: I know… but after Codec’s warnings… I can only trust the secure channels. Listen, I’ve been keeping WrapedGun under watch… but have you seen Codec?

LondonsFog hesitated and then very slowly she began to type.

LondonsFog: Consider him dead. If my information is right, he’s sacrificed everything to keep you Second Gen’ers safe. No one will spare a man like Codec.
JanesHand: I thought he sounded frantic…. I thought he stopped. I thought…. Many things…. Maybe it’s too late for Codec… But I need your help. I’m worried about a new weapons program that’s come out under the guide of a game.

LondonsFog’s attention was caught, frowning she typed away.

LondonsFog: I’m listening….
JanesHand: No doubt you’ve heard of Glitch…. As much as he stays below the radar, his actions have always been to unstable systems where there more obvious flaws to hide his behind.
LondonsFog: You want me to save him…?
JanesHand: He’s a Second Gen’er, just like me. He doesn’t know how loud his actions really are… Nor do I doubt he’s working for someone else.
LondonsFog: Why is his story different from any other hacker’s?
JanesHand: I have reason to believe that he may have found a weapons mod or contact and is now trying to offload it and clean his tracks. If it truly does trace back to ISI…
LondonsFog: Nothing will bring back your brother, Jane… Gordon died for a good cause…. But I will help in this… So many more lives depend on this being nipped in the bud.
JanesHand: Thank you.

JanesHand logged off

LondonsFog sat for a few moments thinking and then her fingers swiftly began to type and research. This had to be clean cut, with nothing that would trace back to her.

Several VPN connections and networks later, LondonsFog sent a note to Glitch.

Hello Glitch,

It has come to my attention that you may be in possession of some rather sensitive material. I can help you in removing your tracks, in exchange, I want the files that were downloaded and the server information you found.

It will only be a matter of time before the ISI sends out their feelers to track you. I can cloud their judgment and distract them.
You need only to reply to this message.

This offer expires in six hours.

Regards,
LondonsFog