Violence
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Wyn handed the dollar over to the staff and engaged in a little small talk with them, keeping them occupied while Roxy scanned the place for a suitable station. No doubt the both of them looked very much worn out, and he was able to use that to fib about them being a couple of exhausted college students who suddenly had issues with their personal computer and had a project that was due that very afternoon. Spotting his companion eventually taking a seat, he then ended the conversation and left the counter to join her at the workstation.
He was not sure what to expect once the disk was inserted into the computer, and so did not have much of an opinion about the window that popped up on the monitor. It looked like a command prompt, and he watched as incomprehensible text rapidly began to fill the dark area on the screen. It finally ended with a matrix of alphabets with each column and row numbered along its X and Y axes, and the text cursor continued to blink on the line below that, likely expecting an input. It was clear that whatever was on this disk was secured behind some sort of passcode. He turned to Roxy with a contemplative look, and then focused his attention back on the matrix. There had to be a clue in there.
It was not long before he recognized a word, or rather, a name running diagonally across the array of alphabets. Could it be? The chip was placed in the watch his biological father left him after all, and if Roxy's claim was correct, then it would make sense that this lock was put on by him for Wyn to crack. It was worth a shot. He sighed with a solemn smile and shook his head, running his cursor across the name he had spotted. He was certain that Roxy was familiar with it, considering all the research she had done on him.
"Cole Sullivan..." he read aloud. "Haven't heard that one in a long time."
He keyed in the corresponding numbers on the X and Y axes to the name on the matrix, hit 'Enter', and then waited for whatever was to happen.
He was not sure what to expect once the disk was inserted into the computer, and so did not have much of an opinion about the window that popped up on the monitor. It looked like a command prompt, and he watched as incomprehensible text rapidly began to fill the dark area on the screen. It finally ended with a matrix of alphabets with each column and row numbered along its X and Y axes, and the text cursor continued to blink on the line below that, likely expecting an input. It was clear that whatever was on this disk was secured behind some sort of passcode. He turned to Roxy with a contemplative look, and then focused his attention back on the matrix. There had to be a clue in there.
It was not long before he recognized a word, or rather, a name running diagonally across the array of alphabets. Could it be? The chip was placed in the watch his biological father left him after all, and if Roxy's claim was correct, then it would make sense that this lock was put on by him for Wyn to crack. It was worth a shot. He sighed with a solemn smile and shook his head, running his cursor across the name he had spotted. He was certain that Roxy was familiar with it, considering all the research she had done on him.
"Cole Sullivan..." he read aloud. "Haven't heard that one in a long time."
He keyed in the corresponding numbers on the X and Y axes to the name on the matrix, hit 'Enter', and then waited for whatever was to happen.
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