---K4b00m---
As she entered the room and closed the door, the figure remains still. She speaks, and still the figure remains stagnant. After a moment, a blindingly bright flash erupts from the shadow and dazzles Emmi's eyes.
A few seconds later, a screen flashes to life and illuminates the shadows- casting its glow over the human shaped dummy that was poised on the couch, holding a webcam facing the door, which was linked up to a laptop in its lap.
The words 'I see you' were written on the dummy's faceless head, and as the laptop screen buzzed to life a picture of Emmi appeared on the screen next to the following words;
'I see you K4b00m, have to admit I thought you'd be fatter- or, at least, more...nerdy. You seem rather average to me, actually, but I think I'll hold onto the picture for a while nonetheless. Maybe it'd make a good avatar? No matter. You're here, the photo will be deleted upon the job's completion, and you will receive $15,000 up front for bothering to show up.
However, I don't intend to let you back out. Word on the Net is that you're a damned good cracker, at least from your boasts and cocky messages that would seem to be the case, and everyone you've worked with thus far have had nothing less than good things to say about your performance. Let's say, you've caught the attention of a rather influential figure and said figure wants you to do a specific task.
You'll find the promised cash in the dummy's other hand.
As for the task we need you to do... Well, if you're as good as we're hoping it'll be a piece of cake. We're forming a team, and you'll need to work together to pull this off. If you abandon this mission, you will be found and it will not be pleasant for you.
If you succeed at the task, consider your payment a blank check based on how well you handle the task. Success means more work- our influential figure has a plan and needs people of your caliber to pull it off. You do things right, the least you walk away with will be over one hundred G's- damn more than enough to warrant this much trouble, eh?
Anyway I'll get to the point; Thanatos Medical. It's gotten huge, fast, and I'm sure you've heard the rumors- they're all over the Net and even in the Circuit proper. It's one of the most popular conspiracies of modernity. Tinkerer, one of our own, is now one of the enemy?- Dove the Matrix and ended up turning coat and springing up a business?
Our influential figure wants to be clued in on the truth, which means we need you on-sight and finger deep in some of that company's code.
We're arranging a team meetup, you'll receive the deets when the specifics are clicked
from M1k3y <3'
Should Emmi search for the promised cash, it would seem M1k3y has a sense of humor and the hand gripping the money is stuffed down the dummy's pants.
--John Doe--
Lead Mike slowly swivels his gaze down to John and studies him once slowly, before giving a grunt and folding his arms across the barrel he calls a chest and allowing the positively monstrous mass of muscle he bears to be readily apparent due to his lack of sleeves.
Big Man himself seems less than enthused by John's playful/coy approach.
"Look. People around here are the nobodies that ain't seen nothin', aint' that right?"
When the Big Man spoke, it felt like the world stopped to listen. His words carried that much weight and authority, and even the roar of the Market seemed to die down to listen to his words. It didn't truly quiet down one bit, but everyone who had an inkling of glancing at John or the Big Man at this time all cried out 'We're the nobodies that ain't seen nothin' to mimic the Big Man, before the unspoken order for solitude was obeyed and, despite the crowded area, John and the Big Man would spend the conversation without fear of eavesdropping or interruption.
"Now that we've got some space cleared." the Big Man's smirk was only controlled by his lighting of a cigar and placing it on his lips. "I've got a job for you. Semi personal, pays well, and damned simple if the team I'm putting together is all its cracked up to be. Interested?"
The Big Man didn't beat around the bush, he hit the nail on the head and drove it home until he got what he wanted.
--Joshua Xie--
As Joshua sidled up to a corner, a short man in a pinstripe suit- rising up only to the height of 5 foot tall- came casually swaggering around the corner, a fedora atrociously perched atop his head. His suit was of such a fine make, it was obvious that he had it tailor made and crafted at a cost far more than any suit would ever be worth making at. He stopped and hesitated as he came around the bend, before his face split into a big grin at seeing Joshua.
"Sup, Chief. I'm warnin' ya-- crazy motherfuckers in this place."
The man casually pat Joshua on the shoulder as he swaggered past, disregarding any sort of formality or even social standard for conversation.
"Triad's fuckin' insane, but I know that guy's type all too well. If my hunch is right I'll be seein' you in a few hours- don't get shot and we'll see how well you handle something more than playing post boy, eh kid?"
And with that the man would tip his hat and dash off, not allowing Joshua to get a word in edgewise through his incredibly fast speaking and carefree mannerisms. He was gone as fast as he was there, and as soon as he was out of sight something sprung up and stole Joshua's attention away--
Another gunshot, this time followed by a ferociously loud masculine scream as the broken form of a man hit the ground outside the rudimentary 'entrance' of the dojo. A few moments later, Joshua's Shifu cautiously emerged and crouched down to check the man's body, whispering softly before looking up and noticing Joshua.
"Boy, you are lucky, for today you are honored by witnessing the rise of the new Dragon."
Joshua could tell his Shifu's words were strained, as if he were angered, or saddened, or perhaps both.
As she entered the room and closed the door, the figure remains still. She speaks, and still the figure remains stagnant. After a moment, a blindingly bright flash erupts from the shadow and dazzles Emmi's eyes.
A few seconds later, a screen flashes to life and illuminates the shadows- casting its glow over the human shaped dummy that was poised on the couch, holding a webcam facing the door, which was linked up to a laptop in its lap.
The words 'I see you' were written on the dummy's faceless head, and as the laptop screen buzzed to life a picture of Emmi appeared on the screen next to the following words;
'I see you K4b00m, have to admit I thought you'd be fatter- or, at least, more...nerdy. You seem rather average to me, actually, but I think I'll hold onto the picture for a while nonetheless. Maybe it'd make a good avatar? No matter. You're here, the photo will be deleted upon the job's completion, and you will receive $15,000 up front for bothering to show up.
However, I don't intend to let you back out. Word on the Net is that you're a damned good cracker, at least from your boasts and cocky messages that would seem to be the case, and everyone you've worked with thus far have had nothing less than good things to say about your performance. Let's say, you've caught the attention of a rather influential figure and said figure wants you to do a specific task.
You'll find the promised cash in the dummy's other hand.
As for the task we need you to do... Well, if you're as good as we're hoping it'll be a piece of cake. We're forming a team, and you'll need to work together to pull this off. If you abandon this mission, you will be found and it will not be pleasant for you.
If you succeed at the task, consider your payment a blank check based on how well you handle the task. Success means more work- our influential figure has a plan and needs people of your caliber to pull it off. You do things right, the least you walk away with will be over one hundred G's- damn more than enough to warrant this much trouble, eh?
Anyway I'll get to the point; Thanatos Medical. It's gotten huge, fast, and I'm sure you've heard the rumors- they're all over the Net and even in the Circuit proper. It's one of the most popular conspiracies of modernity. Tinkerer, one of our own, is now one of the enemy?- Dove the Matrix and ended up turning coat and springing up a business?
Our influential figure wants to be clued in on the truth, which means we need you on-sight and finger deep in some of that company's code.
We're arranging a team meetup, you'll receive the deets when the specifics are clicked
from M1k3y <3'
Should Emmi search for the promised cash, it would seem M1k3y has a sense of humor and the hand gripping the money is stuffed down the dummy's pants.
--John Doe--
Lead Mike slowly swivels his gaze down to John and studies him once slowly, before giving a grunt and folding his arms across the barrel he calls a chest and allowing the positively monstrous mass of muscle he bears to be readily apparent due to his lack of sleeves.
Big Man himself seems less than enthused by John's playful/coy approach.
"Look. People around here are the nobodies that ain't seen nothin', aint' that right?"
When the Big Man spoke, it felt like the world stopped to listen. His words carried that much weight and authority, and even the roar of the Market seemed to die down to listen to his words. It didn't truly quiet down one bit, but everyone who had an inkling of glancing at John or the Big Man at this time all cried out 'We're the nobodies that ain't seen nothin' to mimic the Big Man, before the unspoken order for solitude was obeyed and, despite the crowded area, John and the Big Man would spend the conversation without fear of eavesdropping or interruption.
"Now that we've got some space cleared." the Big Man's smirk was only controlled by his lighting of a cigar and placing it on his lips. "I've got a job for you. Semi personal, pays well, and damned simple if the team I'm putting together is all its cracked up to be. Interested?"
The Big Man didn't beat around the bush, he hit the nail on the head and drove it home until he got what he wanted.
--Joshua Xie--
As Joshua sidled up to a corner, a short man in a pinstripe suit- rising up only to the height of 5 foot tall- came casually swaggering around the corner, a fedora atrociously perched atop his head. His suit was of such a fine make, it was obvious that he had it tailor made and crafted at a cost far more than any suit would ever be worth making at. He stopped and hesitated as he came around the bend, before his face split into a big grin at seeing Joshua.
"Sup, Chief. I'm warnin' ya-- crazy motherfuckers in this place."
The man casually pat Joshua on the shoulder as he swaggered past, disregarding any sort of formality or even social standard for conversation.
"Triad's fuckin' insane, but I know that guy's type all too well. If my hunch is right I'll be seein' you in a few hours- don't get shot and we'll see how well you handle something more than playing post boy, eh kid?"
And with that the man would tip his hat and dash off, not allowing Joshua to get a word in edgewise through his incredibly fast speaking and carefree mannerisms. He was gone as fast as he was there, and as soon as he was out of sight something sprung up and stole Joshua's attention away--
Another gunshot, this time followed by a ferociously loud masculine scream as the broken form of a man hit the ground outside the rudimentary 'entrance' of the dojo. A few moments later, Joshua's Shifu cautiously emerged and crouched down to check the man's body, whispering softly before looking up and noticing Joshua.
"Boy, you are lucky, for today you are honored by witnessing the rise of the new Dragon."
Joshua could tell his Shifu's words were strained, as if he were angered, or saddened, or perhaps both.