[b]Ved[/b]
	He was sitting with his back to an alleyway in New York, taking off the free wifi offered by the unsuspecting owners, and luckily for them he was using his own VPN, a virtual proxy network that scrambles and tunnels your IP address, and his was untraceable. His laptop glowed dimly, reflecting on his white mask as he shuffled his feet. The position he was in was more than a bit uncomfortable, having sat their for north of a few hours had truly taken it's toll on his lower half, numbing his entire ass, and sending a tingling sensation, as well as cramps, through his thighs. His hood was up, and the sun was low enough that people wouldn't notice Americas most infamous, and wanted, mutant stealing a middle class family's wifi to attempt and discover who had cut off his live stream.

	He was a master hacker, one of the best in the world, even without his powers advancing him into a tier of hacktivist occupied by a single being, himself. Before he had been mutated, and wiped clean off of any official or non records, he had been hired by multiple small to medium sized business for security networking, and had made enough money to purchase components to make his current laptop. Running on a processor so strong and fast it wasn't considered 'consumer friendly,' and therefore not available on any form of public market. So the fact that someone was able to find one of the several loops he left behind, intentionally, was downright astonishing. No matter what he did, he left ways to shut himself down, to level the playing field so to speak. 

	Unsatisfied with the discoveries mad so far, he decided to resume a small trail of crumbs he had been working on. A way to reach out to other mutants, he had decided to place advertisements that would be noticeable only by people who knew how to look. An [url=http://s.ecrater.com/stores/126651/4b4665b57137c_126651n.jpg]Icon[/url] he had left spray-painted on every major building, grocery store, and outlet mall in Grayshire. Something you wouldn't have recognized unless you had lived there prior to the bombings. If clicked, the advertisment would send you to an anonymous chatroom, in which he would ask you a few simple questions, and if he was pleased with your answers, would set up a way to meet you, given that you lived within a few hours of him.