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msg >> the rat: pathetic? me?? dont make me laugh, fuck face msg >> the rat: i could chase u outta that town so fuckin fast, ur lucky i havent yet msg >> the rat: but fine, u think ur hot shit? think u got sumthin 2 hold over my head? msg >> the rat: i DARE u 2 fuckin try msg >> the rat: then we will c who the nobody rly is 🖕🏻

[ msg >> coyo7e ]: 0h N0W u finally answer me huh??? [ msg >> coyo7e ]: ur s0 fuckin embarrassing its UNREAL [ msg >> coyo7e ]: u think i d0nt kn0w that ur 0ver in g0tham messing with two-fuck rn??? ur gf can keep u hidden all she wants but i will ALWAYS find u, b1tch [ msg >> coyo7e ]: 🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕🖕

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[ msg >> coyo7e ]: u kn0 what i can figure that out , yea, ur fucking t0ast when i find u

⠀⠀⠀This was hardly the best place for a casual conversation. The village had been crawling with infected villagers just moments ago, but it seemed as though they'd all vacated. Was this the guy on the radio's doing too? The agent glanced around, making sure the area was empty before he ducked down behind a small wall, continuing the conversation. ⠀⠀⠀"To say they're ugly would be an understatement--" an eyebrow arched at the last comment. The way this guy spoke was strange, to say the least-- was this how kids these days talked to each other? Leon sighed, bringing his thumb and index finger to the bridge of his nose and gently pinching it. ⠀⠀⠀"Look, you're disrupting something very important here. You can keep talkin' big from behind a radio like this, but I guarantee you'd crumble in seconds if this was face-to-face. So cool it with your attitude, got it?"

" --- Who are you? My dad? Imma tell you the same thing I told him . Go fuck yourself. "

[[ There was a sound of shuffling in the other end of the line, like the person was going rummaging through something heavy and clunky in a cardboard box. Then it returned to normal - as casual and passive-aggressive as before. ]]

" --- And here I was, thinking that you'd like to hear what I got to say. Agent --- Uh - What kind of fucking name is Leon anyway? Leon Kennedy...Related to the Kennedy's? Hopefully your fate will be better than the most famous one of ya'll. "

[[ If Defalt had a soundboard on hand, he'd play a gunshot sound just to drive home his joke further, despite there being nothing fun about it. But that didn't matter to him - all that mattered was making Leon as miserable as possible. ]]

" You goin' to listen or do I need to make you? "

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“Well, hello to you too.” Sen7inel scoffed — the small smile dropping off her face. She shouldn’t have been surprised… with or without the mask, he was still Defalt.

“Yeah... I uh... found some shit. Still got a script scraping the net but…” Fingers fidgeted nervously before she forced them to work, flipping open a beat-to-hell laptop on the table. Keys clacked fast as she logged in and pulled up the files she’d already collected. “… it’s not great.”

There was a moment of hesitation before she spun the screen around, the first file pulled up titled ‘Alexander Grey’, along with a grainy mugshot and what she could find about his dishonorable discharge from the GCPD. Not much else had come up yet, however.

“He goes by Candyman. Very original, I know.” Sen7inel snarked dryly, stepping back, hip leaning against the table as she crossed her arms tightly across her chest. “But he’s the one that’s dishing out this ‘Candyland’ crap. Apparently, he’s an ex-cop from Gotham. Got caught dealing on the side and was kicked out — so he decided to go all-in as a drug lord.” She clicked her tongue in distaste. “Seems like even the GCPD has a maximum threshold for corrupted pigs.”

Binary’s words echoed in the back of her skull. ‘You can't let Defalt go to war with this guy. You're not gonna be safe if he does.’

“... JB, this guy isn't someone to fuck around with." She chewed on the inside of her cheek, like she was debating how much to share. "If he's got his sights set on Chicago, my bet is he isn't gunna be easy to chase outta town. Not with what I'm hearing."

[[ The second the laptop spun around, JB's eyes was completely fastened on the screen. Scrolling up and down, reading, re-reading, double checking and cross-examining - Fuck. Shit. Fucking piece of goddamn shit! ]]

"...-- What a fuckin' guy, huh... -"

[[ All possible thoughts of harm ran rampant through his mind, and from Sen7inel's view, she'd be able to see his gears turning fast. 120 miles an hour, no break in sight. JB kicked his shoes off the table, standing back up to start pacing back and forth. ]]

"...Who the fuck does he think he is? Invading my territory and then...and - shit."

[[ Usually, JB would stir up into a fit, throw some stuff and hurt someone - but not this time. Instead he sat back down, head between his hands - wobbling back and forth like he was about to experience a mental breakdown. ]]

"I need a drink, you -- You gotta have something here, right? I'll take anything."

[[ Anything before he goes off the rails. ]]

She was nervous. Pacing even. The Coyote had sent a message to Defalt, letting him know she had a lead and to come over. It felt too sensitive to discuss over text. Visitors were rare — he’d be the first one she’d have since she moved into Chicago.

—The information Binary had provided was helpful. The hacker had been able to take the data and run it through her various scripts that were currently churning through the internet, collecting and sorting anything relevant. Standard OSINT. But it was over 50% complete with very little scraped up other than some whispers about how this ‘Alexander Grey’ had been ejected from the GCPD.

Her phone buzzed, within moments the screen brightened her features in the dark space of her warehouse as she opened the message.

Shit, he was here. She looked around her makeshift living space once — it was… tidy enough. Hopefully.

Boots thudded down the metal staircase that led to the main floor of the warehouse. She strode to the side entryway, sliding the heavy bolt open and cracking the large door.

— And there he was. JB. Unmasked. Her pulse jumped in her chest like it seemed to always do around him now.

“Hey!” She called out, tone low, and pulled the door open, the metal hinges groaning against the weight. “Over here.”

Once he was inside, the door shut with a thud. The bolt locked back in to place with a clunk. And then it was just them on the main floor that was mostly empty save for a few thick cords running to several pairs of server racks, humming quietly.

Turning to him with a few messy strands of blonde hair in her face, she smiled, though there was a somber undertone.

“Did ya find it okay?”

[[ The worry that had taken over so suddenly disappeared as quickly again when their gaze met - and JB returned to his usual cocky, arrogant self. Strolling forward like he owned the place, he scanned the area with blue orbs - getting the first impression of her place. It wasn't bad. A little bit more tidier than his own, but who the fuck had time to clean anyway? ]]

" --- Obviously. I'm made it here, didn't I-- ?"

[[ JB rolled his eyes before throwing the jacket on the best potential spot /the floor/ and continued on inside. In contrast to many others visiting someone else's home for the first time, he made himself at home right away by sitting down by the kitchen table and tossing his shoes up on it.]]

" --- So...,"

[[His eyes narrowed. Air whistling from sucking his teeth.]]

"...What did you find? And how bad is it?"

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Strictly finished business, like Jordi hadn't been pointing a gun at him, finger on the trigger. Like Aiden hadn't seen him for the threat he'd been in the moment.