Your Future BoyFriend

“That’s their loss then because it was pretty funny.” Jack thought that he would have grown up from getting into shit, but apparently some habits died hard. Either that or Wrench was a bad influence on him. Jack believed that it was a mixture of both.

Heading into an alleyway, Jack climbed over a metal fence that blocked their path and waiting until they were in the clear before speaking again. “So, what’s the deal with the getup? Is it a fashion statement or something else?” Jack wouldn’t lie, he adored the jacket. Jackets were a weakness for him in fashion.

Wrench had a habit of dragging people into anarchist habits, not even Marcus could escape it, showing people the joy of making a point in a big and some times explosive ways.

“Well, shit. Guess hindsight’s 20/20…” This was where Vivienne’s thought processes differed from Dedsec’s; their treatment of sensitive data. While having those plans in the nexus of information could fall into the wrong hands, it was valuable intel either way you slice it. They could have used that. It could have been improved upon, made more secure, made to fit their mold of the world. But, Marcus and the others didn’t see it that way. 

“How many adjustments? Figure some randomware could scramble their systems if they try to track it could mask who it was,” said Vivienne, tugging her phone from her hoodie pocket as she combed through the Dedsec app. There had to be something like that floating around somewhere. 

“Do we have a patch left over from the last time we fucked Tidis good? Might make the job a hell of a lot easier,” said Vivienne. The front of the car had been buried into the light pole good, how they were gonna unwrap it was beyond her. 

“What, you’re telling me you haven’t stolen those blueprints yet? Thought you’d have a spider skeleton already working,” she said with a laugh. The mech that Marcus had found was horrifying in context, but out of context and purely on the tech and aesthetics, it was a dream. 

“Can’t steal something that doesn’t exist, Marcus wiped their files after exposing them, so they couldn’t recreate them...” He was disappointed he couldn’t steal them, but at least death by Tidus mechs wasn’t something they needed to worry about any time soon.

“I prefer to think of it as multitasking,” said Vivienne, giving a small nod at the description. It was interesting, definitely appealing to her nerdy center. 

“If it doesn’t scream like R2D2 when she’s finished, I will be thoroughly disappointed,” she said with a small laugh. If it was something from HAUM, she could reasonably expect that it was there little assistance robots, and it wasn’t too far of a stretch to imagine how he’d managed to get a robot that made buying a new car look like a frugal decision. 

“Oh, it's gonna scream like R2D2, its also going to do a lot more than that, big plans... not as big in the same way that the thing Josh is working on is, but big in purpose and capabilities.” Dream big, though a dream that big meant a lot of work which he should get to.

“Aw, c’mon, it ain’t that bad. World could use a little more edge, just…not like that,” said Vivienne, rolling her neck a bit after crawling out of the crash. As ugly as it was, the car was at least safe. Safe-ish, the security protocols when they’d extracted the Zero Day were where things went haywire. 

“It’s fine, so long as Tidis don’t figure out that there’s a key piece of code missing from the car’s computer. C’mon, this puppy needs a dissection.” 

“It's edgy in a bad way, Vi... and now its edges are a little more dangerous.”  it was a bit of a mess, it needed a lot of work and a killer paint job, though the insides were what really needed the work. 

“Aw cmon, the primordial ooze phase is the best phase,” said Vivienne with a grin, leaning up against the bench with the smallest of winces. 

“I have a bunch of tags tracked through the Dedsec app. Anything dealing in data theft I can do in my sleep, seeing what comes up through those channels.” 

Wrench shifted his weight from foot to foot finding the best way to stand without aggravating his new stitches. “ Well, I got something in my garage that I’m working on, a little thing from Haum. code I can do here, but programing and hardware updates I have to be there.”

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“Aww, cmon, secrets secrets are no fun,” Vi said with a laugh. No lies, she was insanely curious about the inner machinations of his projects. It was probably the closest thing she’d get to peeking into his brain. 

“My projects are kinda boring right now, mostly surveillance and dispatch. Trying to find something to really sink my teeth into.” 

“Maybe I'll show you some of it once I have things further along.” Some of his projects weren’t even in this hackerspace but in his garage, he shifted off the workbench. 

“Ooh, what’re you working on?” Vi asked, getting back to her feet after stashing the med kit back to its rightful spot. While she was still fairly new to Dedsec, she’d seen everyone in action. How they fought, how they contributed. But, Wrench was the one she’d seen the least of; this last mission was their first one together. It wasn’t like she was in the biggest hurry to get back out there anyways; she didn’t have any field ops lined up, and it’d take one look at her ribs to sideline her for a week. 

“Just some robotics, some plans, mostly prep work, and research right now. details are, classified.”  Wrench liked keeping some details about his work a mystory, and while he was a good hacker he was one of the best builders on the team though Horatio thought he was better at destruction than building.

“Aw, cmon, y'gotta think bigger than that. Sure the truth is interesting enough, but there’s so many more possibilities as far as stories are concerned,” said Vivienne with a short laugh, moving to get the wound cleaned again before giving it a final wrap. “I mean, you’ll have plenty of time to figure it out, between Marcus and Sitara, I don’t think they’ll let you on field ops until that’s healed up.” 

At the very least, Vivienne wouldn’t. But from what she knew about Wrench, rules were’t exactly his bag. “Just don’t do something stupid like tear it open, okay?”

Of course, Wrench wasn’t going to let the story end there, he’d exaggerate it a bit or change it completely, but it wasn’t a bad rough first draft. Though if anyone could sideline Wrench it was Marcus, he had a talent for keeping wrench from going too far off the rails.