Crypto inwardly smirked, practically feelingĀ the shift in the world around him by his simple words. He could hear the man tense, noted the sound of steps laying angered chase to his form, the words low and close had him turning.
He slapped the hand away, side stepping the other with ease, deciding notĀ to twist the man up like he had Elliott, his blank mask staring up at the male without pause. He showed nothing of his emotions or his thoughts, even his eyes held a glossy tone of emotionless calculation as he turned his attention to the man.
The threat pulled one of his brows up ever so slightly, as if challenging the man with aĀ āor whatā air. His hands slipped into his pockets, a casual stance, but his first match showed just how quickly the little hacker could move out of it.
āI donāt plan to make an enemy, ė°ģ¬ėĀ ė¶ģģ .Ā In fact, I shared this fact with you for a purpose.ā he spoke calmly, watching the other as he pulled out one hand, thumbing open his small device, twirling it in one hand with ease to pop up a display between them.
On the display was the otherās information. His whole life before hisĀ ādeathā. The screen shifted, revealing his path, his track to escape and hide; where he went, slept, worked, flashes of messages reluctantly requesting the help from the best of the best in the hacking world, everything. With a shift, the screen closed, and the cube replaced into his pocket, eyes ever focused.
āYou had left a trail behind you, Caustic. One any decent hacker would have found, if they looked hard enough.ā he spoke calmly, pausing a moment, his lips twitching slightly.Ā āI got word a few were looking. Newblood, not as... Used to the game as I was. All traces of Alexander Nox, are gone. Upon a request from aĀ āCausticā, that is.ā he watched the other, almost amused by his stance, his eagerness to threaten the very man to save him.
How could he have known, though?
"It is an honour to finally meet you face-to-face, Caustic.ā he bowed his head slightly out of respect, straightening up in a casual stance, unafraid of the man, clearly showing he had many things he hadnāt said.
Knowing him, he likely had a fail safe with this information if he were to die outside of the games.
