Finally giving into temptation, Alex wheeled herself over to the Desktop, booting it up, drumming her fingers rapidly on the desk, waiting, waiting, wait… bingo! ……or not. Clicking on the icon for the single account, Alex realized she didn’t know the password. Growling she typed one in, and another, and another. Till finally the computer booted her out, deciding she’d tried enough and locking the keypad. “Damn” She muttered dropping her fist on the desk with a thump, before sulking back to her own laptop.
Typing up part of her English ‘homework’ on wolves, Alex suddenly wondered if the site was accessible from other computers, typing in the url she attempted to access the site, but apparently she couldn’t remember the whole thing, and so she resorted to typing ‘the hack’ into the search bar, coming up with pretty much everything but what she wanted.
Growling, she slumped down in her seat, her eyes sitting level with the edge of the desk. Muttering not-quite-obscenities, Alex pulled herself up, dropped down the ladder and padded along the corridor to Rick’s room. Knocking she stuck her head inside, glancing round and seeing a lot, but not the one thing, or person, she was after. Withdrawing, it suddenly clicked that Rick had possibly mentioned something about a friend’s house? Yep that sounded right. Groaning and comically collapsing slow-mo to the floor, Alex considered her options: one: log in to the desktop, Unable. Two: Ask Rick, Unable. Three: find it on her computer: no Cookie. Four: Ask.
Four sounded viable, only problem? Who?. Who should she ask? Sure she knew that Akio obviously knew how to get in, but she couldn’t contact him, she had no clue how. With a sudden thought she quickly scaled the ladder, dropping down into her chair, and firing off an email to a friend. He was a gamer and book freak, so they got along well, and he was bound to have come across The Hack page at some point in time. Wandering back downstairs Alex snagged a Gingernut from the biscuit box, checking the roster, and managing to be quite glad it was tomorrow night she had to cook.
Pottering around, Alex gave her friend twenty-ish minutes, before leaping back up to the Den, and checking her emails. Yes! Sitting in her inbox was a email:
Grinning like a loon, Alex clicked on the link, taking a mental note to reply to Evan later.
Confronted with the actual page, Alex paused, suddenly scared at what she was about to do. Just that morning she had been so sure she wouldn’t even be going near a computer for a while, but here she was, about to log back in to that purgatory hell.
Before she could really think about it, Alex typed in her username hitting the enter key with a ferocious growl. There came the compulsory flash of light, causing her to blink, before opening her eyes to the not-den attic. Glancing at her clothes she found herself in her frayed blue jacket, something she was sure she hadn’t been wearing, along with her cargo pants, facestompers, and the black gloves backed by red metal.
“Huh” She quoted intelligently.
Flexing her fingers she found the material managed to be light and ‘thin’ while also retaining a feeling of being flexibly solid. The red metal wasn’t folding out, so she assumed that meant she was safe. Or safeish. Inspecting the gloves she was rather shocked when the left one popped up a luminesent screen with the words;
> Rawr_Pwr: Who's around?
> Rawr_Pwr: I couldn't help but come back here to fill my curiosity and I'...
Followed by
> xxYangtze-92: im around
> xxYangtze-92: me & john doe r at ai international
With the last two sentences popping up as she watched, giving Alex the feeling that that was what prompted the screen’s opening.
Where was Ai International? It didn’t seem like somewhere she would be amazingly knowledgeable about, but then again…… it did ring a bell.
Deciding she was going to find nothing hiding out in the attic, Alex tramped downstairs, still ogling the gloves as she tried to work them out.
Typing up part of her English ‘homework’ on wolves, Alex suddenly wondered if the site was accessible from other computers, typing in the url she attempted to access the site, but apparently she couldn’t remember the whole thing, and so she resorted to typing ‘the hack’ into the search bar, coming up with pretty much everything but what she wanted.
Growling, she slumped down in her seat, her eyes sitting level with the edge of the desk. Muttering not-quite-obscenities, Alex pulled herself up, dropped down the ladder and padded along the corridor to Rick’s room. Knocking she stuck her head inside, glancing round and seeing a lot, but not the one thing, or person, she was after. Withdrawing, it suddenly clicked that Rick had possibly mentioned something about a friend’s house? Yep that sounded right. Groaning and comically collapsing slow-mo to the floor, Alex considered her options: one: log in to the desktop, Unable. Two: Ask Rick, Unable. Three: find it on her computer: no Cookie. Four: Ask.
Four sounded viable, only problem? Who?. Who should she ask? Sure she knew that Akio obviously knew how to get in, but she couldn’t contact him, she had no clue how. With a sudden thought she quickly scaled the ladder, dropping down into her chair, and firing off an email to a friend. He was a gamer and book freak, so they got along well, and he was bound to have come across The Hack page at some point in time. Wandering back downstairs Alex snagged a Gingernut from the biscuit box, checking the roster, and managing to be quite glad it was tomorrow night she had to cook.
Pottering around, Alex gave her friend twenty-ish minutes, before leaping back up to the Den, and checking her emails. Yes! Sitting in her inbox was a email:
To: Alex.killer.demon@soso.thing
From: Im.not.here@somewhere.something
Sub: Re: the Hack.
Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while.
The Hack? Why do you want that? It’s a dud, trust me.
But here’s the link, cause if I don’t give it, you’ll bug me no end.
The Hack
Gotta meet up some time, yeah?
Have you seen that book on Zombies yet?
Evan
From: Im.not.here@somewhere.something
Sub: Re: the Hack.
Hey, haven’t heard from you in a while.
The Hack? Why do you want that? It’s a dud, trust me.
But here’s the link, cause if I don’t give it, you’ll bug me no end.
The Hack
Gotta meet up some time, yeah?
Have you seen that book on Zombies yet?
Evan
Grinning like a loon, Alex clicked on the link, taking a mental note to reply to Evan later.
Confronted with the actual page, Alex paused, suddenly scared at what she was about to do. Just that morning she had been so sure she wouldn’t even be going near a computer for a while, but here she was, about to log back in to that purgatory hell.
Before she could really think about it, Alex typed in her username hitting the enter key with a ferocious growl. There came the compulsory flash of light, causing her to blink, before opening her eyes to the not-den attic. Glancing at her clothes she found herself in her frayed blue jacket, something she was sure she hadn’t been wearing, along with her cargo pants, facestompers, and the black gloves backed by red metal.
“Huh” She quoted intelligently.
Flexing her fingers she found the material managed to be light and ‘thin’ while also retaining a feeling of being flexibly solid. The red metal wasn’t folding out, so she assumed that meant she was safe. Or safeish. Inspecting the gloves she was rather shocked when the left one popped up a luminesent screen with the words;
> Rawr_Pwr: Who's around?
> Rawr_Pwr: I couldn't help but come back here to fill my curiosity and I'...
Followed by
> xxYangtze-92: im around
> xxYangtze-92: me & john doe r at ai international
With the last two sentences popping up as she watched, giving Alex the feeling that that was what prompted the screen’s opening.
Where was Ai International? It didn’t seem like somewhere she would be amazingly knowledgeable about, but then again…… it did ring a bell.
Deciding she was going to find nothing hiding out in the attic, Alex tramped downstairs, still ogling the gloves as she tried to work them out.