#hacker!jack

The Beginning

by @florbexter

Pairing: Zhao Zi x Jack

Wordcount:  ~ 2.000

Summary:

CODENAME: “The Eye”

[Reasoning: he sees everything, never misses anything; he’s always watching]

REAL NAME: Unknown

[Dubbed “Hacker Jack” by an agent who found an empty Cracker Jack’s box at The Eye’s last known location; since then it has been confirmed that Jack is not his real name]

APPEARANCE: Unknown

[Always seen in all dark clothing, hood raised; sometimes carrying a backpack; is known to wear rectangular glasses]

SKILLS: Hacking, technological manipulation; The Eye is a technological genius of unknown limit

LAST KNOWN LOCATION: United States

[Recently seen at an airport purchasing a ticket to the UK; whether he went there is unconfirmed...]

The bar lights were dimmed, much like many of the other places that were still open this time of night. The man ducked his head and strolled casually toward the back corner, so as to not draw attention to himself. A lone figure sat at a booth there. He had the hood of his jacket pulled up and he was dressed in all black, his facial features hidden save for the slight reflection of light off his glasses.

“Are...are you the Eye?”

“Mister Brody, I presume?”

Chase nodded and sat down, casting barely a glance over his shoulder to make sure he wasn’t being watched.

“Tell me about this...person you want me to find.”

Chase’s attention was drawn back to the hacker sitting across from him. Because that’s who Chase was hiring...a hacker. He swallowed thickly.

“He’s a doctor. His name is Henrik...he...oh, here–“

Chase dig into his pockets and pulled out a business card. Henrik’s card. The Eye took it from him and gave it a quick read.

“Interesting last name. German?”

“Heh...yeah, he is,” Chase chuckled softly. He glanced around again before getting into the meat of things. “Henrik went missing a few months ago. He was operating on our friend Jack - who’s totally fine, miraculously - when something went wrong. All they got off the security feed was a corrupted video, but it looked like someone...or something....attacked him.” Chase took a breath. “We...uh...we sorta know who did it, but Anti is impossible to track.”

“Anti?”

“Antisepticeye. He’s like, this weird, corrupted, dark alter-ego of Jack’s. He’s a glitch.”

A soft, disbelieving chuckle came from across the table.

“Seriously?” he asked. “He’s a glitch? What, like, a glitch in the matrix? A robot?”

“We don’t know exactly,” Chase huffed. He gritted his teeth, annoyed. “I’m not joking about this! I’m serious! And I’m willing to pay anything to find Henrik again, no matter the cost.”

“Anything? That’s a big promise. But I’ve heard it before. What’s your limit, for real?”

“Anything.” The repeated word came out more firmly, Chase’s eyes set and determined beneath the brim of his hat. “I’ve lost everything else....my wife, my children....and Henrik? He’s the closest thing to family I have left.” He didn’t bother bringing up Cliff. “So I’ll give anything, anything at all, to bring him back.”

The Eye bowed his head slightly. He was silent for a long moment, then...

“Understood.” He pocketed the business card. “Then I suppose the real question here...is who are you really hiring me to find?”

“...sorry?” Chase blinked.

The Eye leaned forward across the table, the light reflecting off his glasses a little. He folded his hands on the tabletop.

A brief oneshot story for the Hacker!Jack / Hacksepticeye character known as “The Eye”

The Eye sat in his usual position: alone in a darkened hotel room, hunched over his computer with his eyes narrowed on the screen. Skilled fingers danced across the keys and a pencil was tucked between the hacker’s lips, his teeth playing against the coated wood as he worked.

Until today, he hadn’t had a breakthrough in his search for Henrik or Anti in weeks, not since whispers of the word “Doctor” had been fluttering across the Internet like wisps of smoke. He’d followed that lead down to its core and found nothing. It had been related, yes, and he’s told Chase Brody as much, but it hadn’t brought him any closer to finding what he was really looking for.

This entire case was infuriating. Never had The Eye had this much trouble in a job before, never. It was both a frustrating, unsolvable puzzle, and a tantalizing challenge. But today...today something strange had happened. Today Chase had come to him with something odd. A postcard. A bloodied postcard that said nothing but “Wish You Were Here” with no return address or bonus message. Nothing to indicate where or who it had come from...except that Chase said he was certain it was from Henrik because it had shown up, address to him, at the house they all lived in. “All” being the other...Egos? The Eye never really understood that. But whatever.

Anyway, the postcard had arrived a week or two prior, but Chase had only recently found it because somebody named “Marvin” had forgotten to tell him he’d received it at all. So now, The Eye was trying to digitally track down where the hell it could have come from...

A ding sounded on his computer, and his fingers stilled above the keyboard. What...? He clicked over to the program he’d had running in the background, one that was on a constant lookout for any and all images of Henrik’s face, especially if they showed up in the background of somebody else’s photos. But...no...the image he was looking at was NOT somebody else’s. The photo was clearly taken of the Good Doctor specifically, and it seemed like he himself had posted it on Instagram. Or rather, it was on Jack’s instagram. Jack, the friend who Henrik had saved. A zoomed, cropped photo of half of the Good Doctor’s face...and the caption?

“Vacation’s over!”

The hacker picked up his burner phone and dialed the number he’d memorized in the months that he had been searching for both Henrik and Anti. It was a few minutes before the person on the other end picked up.

“Chase?” he murmured without any sort of preamble. “It’s Zander. I’ve got something. Meet me here. Yeah, same place. I need you to look at this...you know him better than I do.”

"I'm in..."

>_access granted. 'Welcome. How may I help you?'

The police department was stuck on two cases, well one they were always stuck on. But the one that Mark was working on, was a case that involved vandalism, speeding, and theft. Mark had doubts that ONE person did all of these acts, but if it was, he/she must be looking for trouble.

He jumped at his alarm, he shut it off and slipped in the shower, had a quick breakfast and started his way out. He greeted his fellow detectives and walked to his office. It was a good size when it came to room, he liked it, it was cozy, and warm. He walked behind the desk and drug his hand over the computer monitor and then sat down in his seat and let out a sigh at the paperwork that piled his desk.

The day was just about over. The clock read. 5:50 it wouldn’t hurt if he left early, he grabbed his coat before he left his office door and headed out. “Headed out early huh?” A woman asked him. “Yeah I didn’t discover anything new today, so I just better go home” Mark sighed in defeat. “See you tomorrow, Sarah” “Wait, Mark. I just found a lead to that vandalism case” Sarah replied to him with a little smile growing. “You mean I was in my office looking through I can’t count how many papers just for nothing?” Mark, now on brink of blowing his top. “Are you kidding me?!” “I-“

Sarah was cut off by two officers try and control a handcuffed man. The man had neon green hair, a sleeveless black hoodie and blue jeans, he had a sleeve of tattoos on his left arm and at least ten mm gages in his ears. It was like he was being followed by a person with an air horn that’s screaming, Badass over here! He shot a gaze at Mark, his eyes sharp and wild, but he then winked. What was this? Marks stomach felt like it was going to drop and his heart felt like it was on steroids. He was almost shaking? He couldn’t tell. He soon shrugged it off as the two officers took him to the interrogation room. He took a breath and breathed out a tired breath and started to walk out the door. “Oh, wait!” Sarah interrupted Mark form leaving he turned his head slightly to the side to tell her that she had his attention. “Michel is taking a sick day, so we need you to take his place” Sarah told him. Mark let out an angry grunt and put his coat on the hanger and walked back inside. He turned all the way toward her and she mouthed. ‘I’m sorry’ Mark huffed out a chuckle and started toward the room.

He walked in the room with papers in his hand. He pulled out a seat from the table and sat down. He placed the papers on the table and placed his arms on the table, fingers intertwined with each other. They made eye contact, the subject –or badass- stared back at him with a smug grin on his face. God, his blue eyes were enchanting, they were like the water of the oceans or the blueness of the sky. But, never the less, he kept his cool.

Mark pulled one of his hands off the table and picked up one of the papers. “So, you’re Sean William Mcloughlin? Am I not correct?”  

“Ya are, who might you be?” Sean smirked. “Let me guess, Nice-Ass McGee?”

Mark looked at him with a serious face. “You will call me detective Fischbach”