Watchdogs Imagines

Marcus- Insult

DedSec has been hacked by some other hacker group called Prime_Eight, so we're going to have a meeting with their leader to sort some shit out.

Of course, I'm not overly happy about someone targeting DedSec, so my temper is on one very tight leash.

"Remember, let me do the talking. Try to not make it obvious that you're hacking their systems whilst we're right there" Marcus tells me as we walk to the meeting place.

Inside the bar, a woman with strange markings on her face waves us over to the bar, a drink already in front of her.

"Hey dipshits, I presume you're DedSuck" She asks in a nasally voice. I take a breath and smile, my phone in my pocket as I begin the download.

"Hey, I'm the one that stopped you're pathetic hack for attention, though I must say the cats have a nice branding for yourself" I sarcastically retort, teeth grinding.

Marcus gives me a 'what the hell' look before trying to smooth things over, "Look, we're not the enemies here, Blume is. So what do you say to a truce."

Lenni, as I've just learned from the hack I'm doing, gives me a squinted look before laughing, "Oh no you poor losers, Prime_Eight is the hacker group, DedSuck will die out eventually anyway, I mean didn't you just lose a team member?".

Right, temper is unleashed then.

"Yeah we did, but at least we all still look like humans, you literally look like you've attempted a DIY face lift, and let's be honest, even though it's much needed, I don't think that will save you from being outdated, just like the software you guys at Prime_Eight use. Plus I think-"

Before I can finish Marcus turns me around and whispers "You're one insult away from starting a war, leave it".

I go to argue but his face pleads with me, so I drop it for his benefit. "So no truce?" Marcus asks in a friendly manner.

"No way man, truces are for the weak, and we're not weak unlike you teenage wannabes" Lenni says with malice.

"At least we're not ancient, you look like you belong in a museum" I laugh, before pulling Marcus out of the bar and back to the car we arrived in.

"Did you get it?" He asks me.

"Yep, when they're all done scurrying around they like to hang out at some shelter near Marin" I say to him, answering his question of whether I was able to track Prime_Eights hideout.

Marcus cheers and begins to drive away, one last look out the window and I see Lenni looking at us, so I do what any polite person would do, I give her the middle finger and smile.