Fools

A Chapter by BrynnaW.

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You still love her. You're such a fool. You, who caress her cheeks, study the depths of her eyes, and run your fingers through her wavy hair but is still rejected. And, what about the other man? Ghost? They had a history and, perhaps, she likes him; you're just another obstacle in her way. If not, could he become your enemy? Such fools. You don't think of anything, do you? Base 1 is tracking you down. He will find you and he will turn you over to me.

Of course though, who am I? You still haven't caught on, I assume. Still, you do deserve the right to know... Fools... Your stupidity angers me. This show of puppeteers is getting old and my cables need some expanding. Maybe we should get in touch. Yes... That would be nice. If we do speak, though, I might let something slip.

Well, my friends, it is time for me to show you the length of my cables and the power that surges through them. Something BIG is going to happen. Right now... Once we speak.........

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Hack woke with a start; sweaty and sore. Someone was pulling him out of his bed and onto the floor. The person dropped his hand and gently kicked his legs with their feet.

"Hack! Get up and get some clothes on! Please!" Dagger shifted uncomfortably when she noticed that Hack was only in boxers, "I'll wait outside."

Hack yanked a pair of pants that had been put into his closet and found a fitting shirt. Dagger, then, pulled Hack with her to the main entrance where everyone was hovering over a single computer. She shoved the people away and stared at the screen. It was completely black besides a little red number in the corner of the screen.

"There's nothing on the screen but the traffic is insane." Ghost appeared behind her. Dagger grabbed a small headset from her back pocket and fixed the small glass piece in front of her eye. She gasped as several codes in red lined the screen and told Hack to grab the sunglasses. Then, Hack saw exactly what she saw. A single message from the ghost of the internet.

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