"Ruin the world?"
"I mean yeah, we could do that."
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When Faith - a 21 year old detective - finds herself wrapped up in one of the most life threatening cases in New York, the last thing she expects to do is take in 15 year old Alyona - th...
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NO. DON'T LOOK at me like that. There's no way I could have stayed in the closet any longer, it was far too dangerous for everyone I care about...and also super clammy.
Everyone forgets that even though I can't throw a punch to save my life, my tech skills got me a contract with the most powerful man in the state while I was residing in an actual orphanage. People need to stop skimming past that.
I'm walking around freely down halls, people running past me and sometimes walking. I think because of my calm nature; I'm not seen as an actual threat. And therefore; I'm the biggest threat.
I learnt the blueprint of this precinct some time ago. When I still worked for Ivan and was hacking a lie detector for Aly who had just been taken in. Now, although I am putting my evil past aside, it is useful I went through it. Because now, I know exactly where to go in order to find the room.
The room, is the Eka room. There's a the room in every building - and it's the one that I have the most fun in. The one where my abilities thrive.
An electrical room.
I smile when finding it, pattering in like an excited toddler and closing the door behind me.
I could probably turn all the electricity off? That would just turn computers and lights off though. If only electric guns were a thing, I'm sure I'd be able to find a way to disconnect them all.
Looking around at circuits and wires in the room, I take the time to explore.
There are three large boxes with data and inserts, heaps of room for storing secrets, and an unfair amount of equipment I could definitely do some hectic shit with if given. I mean I accidentally hacked the government that one time - imagine what I could do with all this.
So much. SO, so much. This must be what I get off on.
"Eka?"
I spin around instantly to be met with a very, very bad person I definitely did not want to see.
"Chris?"
"Oh. Hey. Um. How have you been?" He scratches the back of his head.
"Traumatised, I watched someone get shot through the head." I deadpan.
"Sorry about that." He chuckles awkwardly.
"Sorry?" I repeat astonished.
"You gotta do what you gotta do. It's all apart of the job." He shrugs.
"How can you talk so casually about killing an innocent person?" I feel my anger rising. I hate people like that. People like the man I worked for for so long.
"No! Don't misunderstand me - I'm totally in the wrong. But I can talk about it so casually because I'm used to it." He shrugs.
I'm not liking how he's talking to me. Like this is a casual conversation, like he seems the same - again, like he didn't just kill someone a day ago.
