Kid Win stared at the screen for a long while.  Cryptmail.  That wouldn’t be an agreement with the PRT.

Yeah, no, he’s definitely talking to someone else.

“So someone got to you before we did,” he muttered to himself.  He tapped the armor over his ear twice to open a communications channel, “Console?”

Certainly sounds like it.

“Weld here, manning the console.”

“Do me a favor, call everyone back to the base for a quick meeting?  And maybe call Piggot?”

You think we need everyone for this? Well, fair enough, Weld did want more communication.

A Reverse Taylor, of course, is a wrestling move.

Straight to the computer.  Hm.  Kid Win pocketed the hovering camera, then turned his attention to the smartphone.  According to the phone, there were three wireless modems in the building.  One was named with a string of violent swear words, the other was on its default settings.  Both were unlocked.

Hehe.

The two wi-fi networks in my house have boring names. The main one just has my dad’s first initial and our surname stuck together, and the one in my bedroom is called “Gjester”, meaning “Guests”.

He chose the third, locked connection, clicked a button on the screen to have his phone decrypt the password.

Heh. I guess there’s no use in locking your networks when the person who wants access is a tinker with access to PRT resources.

Fifteen seconds later, he could see someone online.  Kid Win watched the white text scroll by with details on the connection’s activity.

Damn, that was a fast hack job. Got some good resources on that phone, or a bad password on the network.

Google docs – pages of technical stuff, the boy was adding notes on gold wiring, shortform notes on antigravity, 3D crystals.

Oh, neat, he was intrigued enough by what you showed him to take notes on it, perhaps in the hopes of using some of it himself.

The next page the boy visited, five minutes later, was an email account.

Twenty seconds later, an email was sent.

Can you read that too over this system?

To: C1298475739@cryptmail.com

Well, that’s promising. Nobody sketchy would use an anonymous mailing address, right?

Guy from wards came.  I’m in.

That’s.

Bad. Probably.

It kinda sounds like a Reverse Taylor is being planned here.

“Not a problem,” Kid Win replied.  He punched the boy lightly on the shoulder as he stood, “Join.  It’d be good to talk shop with someone else that gets this stuff.”

Hehe, nice.

Chariot nodded.

The mother led Kid Win to the door, and he headed out the building – the fat man from the stairwell was gone, and only the Hispanic boy by the front door was still in the hallway.  Kid Win stepped outside.

Okay so he did get through the door, but how much further?

Something’s off with this scenario.

Yeeah, there does seem to be something fucky. Something, or someone, seems to be trying to make Chariot not join. It might be the mom, despite her apparent desire for him to join for the benefits… maybe she was being #nothelping on purpose?

He tapped his foot a second, then stepped around the building and into the alleyway.  He retrieved his smartphone, and used it to send the hovering camera up to the third floor, checked in the windows where the apartment would be.

Ooh, time for some sneaky business.

The boy was leaving the bathroom, going into his room.  Kid Win moved the camera to the next window over, the boy was sitting down at his computer, turning it on.

Let’s see what sort of revelations we can find here.

Man, what if the twist is that Chariot’s already been snapped up by a villain team?