That night, she waited in the forest where she used to hike before hacking took her focus. She walked the path resolutely, realizing that they asked her here because they knew she knew the place well, it had been a short time but the company had already created a profile of her.
“Scary..” She said to herself as she walked through the hiking path.
“You are Morpheus?” A voice called from above her and she jumped
Christina responded with, “Yeah, but my friends call me Christie, who’s asking?”
In the next second, a young man fell from the tree tops to land in front of her. A figure clothed in pitch black stood before her, helmet obscuring his face as he stood on a large boulder.
“Not much of a talker huh?” She began, trying to get a read on her mystery man. “Well, I got what you asked for, everything I stole from your oh-so-secure facility you call a company.” She tossed it to the agent and he caught it effortlessly, nodding before putting it away for later. “Was that it?”
The agent of Olympus jumped from his perch to walk right up to the young hacker. He raised his arm up and she instinctively gulped.
“Guess not, huh?” She took a step back but the agent merely followed with a step of his own. “What, can't let me live?" She inquired with a smirk on her face and hands behind her back, electricity beginning to build. “That's fine, gotta keep the reputation going right?” She stopped retreating when she reached a cliff and realized there wasn't anywhere else to go. “But you should know something.” She threw a hand down to her side, surging with lightning. “I don't go down-”
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*“-easy?” She stopped when she took a look at her “attacker” and realized he was tapping his arm. “What are you-”
*tap* *tap* *tap* *tap*She took another look at him and realized that she recognized that posture, that stance people got when dealing with a computer that wasn't working.
“Dude...do you not know how to turn your computer on?” She questioned with hands on her hips
The figure stopped tapping at that, put his arms behind his back...and looked away.
“Oh my god, you don't!” The imminent feeling of danger now gone, she slid a non-electrically charged hand across her face and grimaced. She hated helping her grandparents with their computers whenever she visited but this guy didn't even seem to know how to turn his damn thing on. “Let me guess, new equipment?” She asked, exasperated. “Give me that!” She grabbed the agent's arm and tapped what looked like a screen. "The problem is these things need to be calibrated before hand which I'm guessing you or your boss neglected to do.” Suddenly, a holographic screen shot up and she was looking at logs and data flow that maybe she should have saved for later. “There, all set.”
The agent pulled his arm back and quickly ran his fingers along the holographic screen before tapping it once to bring up a video.
On the screen was a blonde haired man with brimming green eyes. He was young, maybe in his 30's and he had a smile that brightened up the dark space lit by the moon.
“You, young lady, are in a lot of trouble.” The blonde haired Director started. He was surprisingly jokey despite the context. “Breaking and entering, stealing confidential information, and more cybercrimes than we could recite in a day. You are looking at a pretty steep jail sentence.” His bright smile turned to a smirk and Christina's eyes narrowed. “ But, it seems that you are in luck. You remember the information you took from us, the bank records and the like?”
Christina found herself nodding despite knowing it was a recording.
“Well, short explanation? We're very impressed. So impressed that we'd like to give you an option that would equal up to a lot less jail time, meaning no jail time. We need someone with your talents my Johnson, someone who can go places and do things that my other agents can't. ” His eyes seemed to glint with mischief. “What do you say to a career change, one that might raise a little hell. In exchange, we won't press any charges, what do ya say?”
Christina pondered for a moment, and quickly made her decision. “What choice do I have? I’ll do it.”
“In that case, welcome to Olympus, Agent Morpheus. Report to the Aponrette Spaceport in three days. We will pick you up there. Your parents have been notified of your new job so no need for those awkward explanations.”
When she got back home, her parents looked, strangely, not angry, but congratulatory. “Congratulations Christie! I’m a little sad that you didn’t tell us, but great job being accepted into the Galactic Council CySec Command! No wonder you've been so distance, you must have been studying day and night to get accepted into the program, you should have told us!” And suddenly, Christie realized that a lie or two had been told to cover up what her real new job was. Just as well, the truth that their daughter was the kind of person they'd throw in jail wasn't something she wanted to admit anyway. Whatever space had grown between them during her time as a criminal, she wanted them to think well of her.
Maybe this new job would give her a chance to make that wish come true.
In three days.....
“Christina Johnson?”
She went to the pick-up spot and saw a young man in a black t-shirt and blue jeans. He had cold black eyes and messy black hair but she could tell how he walked up to her that he wasn't normal. She nodded to him when he asked her name, letting him take her bags and recognizing the monotone voice of the smooth faced agent.
“So, where are we going?” She asked but got nothing. “Okay, what are we doing?” Still nothing. “Fine, can I at least get your name, I'll need to know that right, tall dark and quiet-as-shit?”
“I am Agent Neptune.” The young man said, familiar monotone echoing in her head.
“Heh, and I thought I was being
original with the whole "Greek God" thing.” She smirked with a short laugh before stepping onto the ship because yeah, she didn't know where she was going and yes, she had very little knowledge of she was going to be doing but damn...
....whatever it was, it wasn't going to be boring....
