A Plethora of Networked Computers - 05.01.06
There is a zen to hacking. You have to be on que and on top at all times, and when you're not, you better be a quick thinker or just damn good at assuming the position, grabbing your ankles, and kissing your ass goodbye. This is exactly why I am still considered a good hacker. The last option never applied to me.
Let's hope it holds true.
The preacher's death was messy. There are a lot of factors involved that everyone is still second guessing. Everyone but the ones who did it, that is, whoever the fuck they are. I don't personally care. The fact of the matter is that Sunny has it on the fuckin' mark when she says the guy'd asked too many questions. People die all the time. No big deal. Either way, Tink was involved now. How she'd ended up there is beyond me, but I'd bet you a shitload of cash whatever reason it was, shit was gonna go down with her soon if somebody didn't stop it.
That's where me and the bitches come in. I've known Tink a long time. Just about as long as I've been awake. She was the second... wait, third mage I ever met and though we've had our pointless catfights, we also know when we can count for each other's back. Who the fuck knew she'd be related to that later grand fuck of my life? Eh, old tunes, anyway, I'll watch her back when I can. So when the opportunity comes up, I'm all over it.
Changing her files was easy enough. One legal guardian, coming up. A back-up in case shit didn't go the way the rest of us were planning. A way out. The other threads were a bit harder to tug. Who knows if she'd ever know what the fuck I was doing, if she'd thank me for saving her ass or tell me to go fuck myself. I'd leave that to Izzy. She'd been better at shit than me back in those days we'd lived together on the streets. Always better, and man if that didn't drive me batshit that someone younger than me was better at living the new life I'd taken for myself. I don't give a shit now. I know I'm better at other points now. She's got her life. I got mine. We both grew up more since then. But then...
Eh, enough with the bullshit, time to show my balls and cut the rest. Hacking the Feds databases isn't going to be easy. It is going to take time. Just have to be careful. Have to be thorough. Take your time, Jinxie. Don't rush it. Just build the mirrors up, sprint the circuit in, cut her history threads so the feds couldn't track her back to the scene, and dash out without getting dogged up in the wires. Easy enough. Easy enough. Just take it slow.
Easy enough. Here goes nothing.
Let's hope it holds true.
The preacher's death was messy. There are a lot of factors involved that everyone is still second guessing. Everyone but the ones who did it, that is, whoever the fuck they are. I don't personally care. The fact of the matter is that Sunny has it on the fuckin' mark when she says the guy'd asked too many questions. People die all the time. No big deal. Either way, Tink was involved now. How she'd ended up there is beyond me, but I'd bet you a shitload of cash whatever reason it was, shit was gonna go down with her soon if somebody didn't stop it.
That's where me and the bitches come in. I've known Tink a long time. Just about as long as I've been awake. She was the second... wait, third mage I ever met and though we've had our pointless catfights, we also know when we can count for each other's back. Who the fuck knew she'd be related to that later grand fuck of my life? Eh, old tunes, anyway, I'll watch her back when I can. So when the opportunity comes up, I'm all over it.
Changing her files was easy enough. One legal guardian, coming up. A back-up in case shit didn't go the way the rest of us were planning. A way out. The other threads were a bit harder to tug. Who knows if she'd ever know what the fuck I was doing, if she'd thank me for saving her ass or tell me to go fuck myself. I'd leave that to Izzy. She'd been better at shit than me back in those days we'd lived together on the streets. Always better, and man if that didn't drive me batshit that someone younger than me was better at living the new life I'd taken for myself. I don't give a shit now. I know I'm better at other points now. She's got her life. I got mine. We both grew up more since then. But then...
Eh, enough with the bullshit, time to show my balls and cut the rest. Hacking the Feds databases isn't going to be easy. It is going to take time. Just have to be careful. Have to be thorough. Take your time, Jinxie. Don't rush it. Just build the mirrors up, sprint the circuit in, cut her history threads so the feds couldn't track her back to the scene, and dash out without getting dogged up in the wires. Easy enough. Easy enough. Just take it slow.
Easy enough. Here goes nothing.