Spencer continued to stare at the woman for a while before she began to look around, he quickly hid his face behind his book and was sure he'd been spotted...But she wasn't looking at him. He followed her gaze up to the television and frowned, a little confused. Was it some sort of new viral add? After a little while he realised it was a video to coincide with the message being played on the cafe's radio, quite an impressive marketing stunt he thought to himself, chuckling a little at the part about an "evil alias" a new spy comedy? Then he started listening.
This was a hacker, one of the best he'd ever heard but a very stereotypical one. Some rich kid with too much time and too much of his parents's money and not enough love or attention, locked away in a basement somewhere trying to get people to notice him with some lame and pointless idea. Or was he an anarchist? 'Burn the city, collapse the government, give movies and music for free.' Either way Spencer didn't much care for this Mr Decent.
He simply shook his head as he listened to the ramblings, the world was unfair and that was the way of things, no way to change it. And sure there were people he didn't get along with, maybe a few times he'd thought about someone dropping dead after they annoyed him but he didn't mean it...He couldn't believe that he did actually agreed with some of it though, he was bored and sick of doing the same thing everyday, with a shrug he decided to speak, he took his old mobile phone out and spoke into it. "So what are you going to do about it?" He asked simply, assuming that the man would hear him.