'Andy calling'

Who: Andy
Where: Outside of the Hacker museum
When: One hour after previous post
The front door of the former apartment block breezed open with a sigh.
On the horizon, the sun was slowly dragging itself down into oblivion.
Dressed up in a thin pair of slacks, a cool polo shirt and a heavy
utility back pack Andy Roos was ready for a night on the town.
Fortunately for the cryo-victim the Australian nights were a much more
predictable temperature.
The person that had hacked into his computer clearly knew what they
were doing. It took skill to perform that little stunt. Not only would
they have to assume who he was, where he was and what he was thinking
at that exact time. They would also have to have hacked into the black
van to do that.
Truth was that Andy, however notorious as his alter ego, was most
certainly not the greatest hacker in the world. Indeed, the world's
finest are either never caught or they're working for the government.
'Hal's achievements while truly remarkable showed a lack of foresight
that lead to his name being know world wide. It was pure luck that
Andy was capable of living 'off the grid' so well.
On the other side of the dusty road ahead, Andy noticed the pitch
black van that observed his every move. One thing he did learn when in
the 'business' was to always do what they least expected.
Unfortunately Andy had neither a can of whipped cream nor an albino
chimpanzee on hand so he opted for the next best thing. With a thin
suck of air he approached the van.
Whoever put these two in charge of the Janitor's watch clearly didn't
take him seriously.
Roos rapped his knuckles on the side of the black van. A light post
flickered awake to his left.
"Password..." A voice hissed.
"Get smart." Andy replied casually. They weren't the only ones doing
recon.
"Enter..." The voice said.
The twin back doors of the van swung open. Andy squinted as the sudden
influx of light assaulted his senses. Two men in black suits stared at
the accused hacker with looks of dumbfoundment...and noddles hanging
out of the sides of their mouths.
"Hi guys...mind if I use your internet?" The Janitor asked as though
he wanted fries with that.
A bucket of Chinese food flooded out onto the floor as one grabbed the
MP5 sub-machine gun from table and drew a bead on the Hacker's head.
However in danger, Andy lifted up his hands with a smug grin on his face.
"Put that thing down, MacGhilleseath!" The second agent snapped. The
trigger-happy Joe glared back at him.
"Shut up Smith! You where supposed to be watching him!" The first
repealed.
"Gentlemen, please, let's not ruin this lovely night by putting a
bullet in my head." Andy said, doing his best to impersonate a real
negotiator; Seymour Niples. "Can I use your computer? Or do I need to
inform your superiors about those certain goat and midget pictorial
collection?"
Both of the agents stared at the man. The second spoke tentatively.
"...I don't have anything like that."
"You do now." Andy bluffed.
The first slapped his head on his forehead and lowered his MP5. "Look
okay, you can use our computer. Just don't do anything illegal and get
rid of that collection- deal?"
Five minutes later Andy was scrolling through the SC pay roll listing.
The first was positively seething. "I though you weren't doing
anything illegal!!"
Andy regarded him out the corner of his eye. "I'm not breaking into a
thing. I'm just using your computer. Devil's in the detail my friend."
Number two hovered over his personal laptop, wondering how it could
possibly have been broken into.
"I wouldn't touch that." The Janitor added. "If you try to delete the
pictures using the GUI it'll replicate and plaster it all over the SC
network, with your face on the midgets." Now Andy was really lying. If
the MIB had enough sense to do a search Andy would be up the creek.
"Okay... 'L'...'L'...'L'... Laaka...Labriek...Labun...LaChance!" At
the hacker's cry, the two fools crowded around the screen.
"...Hmmm...According to the system it looks like she's still on Blue
Dwarf." Still it never really occurred to him that if she wasn't
formally hired by the Blue Dwarf she wouldn't even be on the register
in the first place.
"Current mission...miscellaneous...?" What kind of assignment was
that? Suddenly the second MIB piped up. "Yeah, they register you as
'miscellaneous' when you're doing a job that you don't want people to
know about. Black ops really." "People like me." Andy supplied.
"Exactly, people like...opps." "Yeah, oops."
"Nice, contact details..." The Janitor turned to the first. "You got
an inter-phone?"
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