Debug is a reformed cyber-terrorist with a computer engineering/coding background. After a very unpleasant experience overseas she is recruited to work for the government while trying to cope with her mental trauma and the physical scars. Through he...
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Summary: Your caught wearing an embarrassing outfit...
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Distinct knocking cuts through the droning hum of electronics, snapping you out of your trance and sending you bolting from your office.
Another round of deafening banging as you make your way to the front door. Louder this time a clear urgency on the other side. Rattling on its hinges from the force of each blow, tension builds in the back of your throat as you approach.
Tentatively looking through the peephole to assess the situation. Eyes narrowing at the sight of your brother's distorted face through the fisheye lens, two of his 'little' friends from the other day stand not far behind. Opening the door without another thought, a decision you regret almost immediately.
"The fuck are you wearing?!" Bewildered words fire from your brother. For a split second you're confused by the wide-eyed stars you were receiving before it hit you.
"Oh," letting out a soft gasp, realization taking hold as you look down, also taking in your appearance. You could have died on the spot if not for your sliver of pride.
Clad in a rather unflattering hooded white jumpsuit with built-in feet... Face nearly completely covered by a white mask which you promptly tuck under your chin. You're a sight to behold!
"Bunny suit," you state plainly like it's an everyday occurrence and step back into the space, avoiding eye contact.
To be fair in your current line of work it's not uncommon to wear protective gear. Not for your own safety but to keep sensitive equipment free of particles from you and your clothes. Oh so fondly referred to as a 'bunny suit' by others in your field... But this wasn't normal for your current company.
An awkward pause hangs between the men left standing outside, the front door left wide open in an obvious invitation but they are all now feeling a bit uneasy.
"Started getting worried when you didn't answer the door, I noticed you moved the spare key," your brother calls, eventually trailing after you, the others following suit.
"Was gonna break it down," Ghost interjects. Your brother shoots him a dirty look as if silently cursing him for telling you their plan. Luling Your head to the side to shoot the man a quick glance over your shoulder. In all honesty with how forceful they had been knocking on your door, you're surprised they didn't.
"I didn't hear the knocking at first, sorry." You turn from the three men standing in your flat, at least they didn't just barge in this time. Even so, their ability to show up at the most inconvenient times is beyond you.
"You seem busy, whatcha up to?" Soap inquiries, shooting you a crooked smile as he settles onto a sofa in the neighboring sitting area.
Making your way into the small kitchen you remove your gloves and mask, discarding them into a nearby waste bin. Happy to be rid of the constricting gear as you take a deep breath, thinking over how to answer.
"Freelance work," you state plainly, deliberately being as vague as possible.
"Better be nothing illegal," grumbles your brother, plopping down next to Soap on the sofa.
"Psh, don't worry about it," you mutter, trying to lightly laugh the comment off.
"Debug!" He snaps
Turning to face him you reach up to pull back the thin material of your hood, letting out a deep breath. Suppressing the strong urge to roll your eyes at his mistrust, instead shooting him a narrowed stare.
"Calm down, it's not... Just recovering some paranoid guy's corrupted hard drives, I set up a clean room in my office." you motion down at your attire. This was already more than you wanted to share on the subject.
"I was just finishing up," pausing a moment you shift your gaze between them "Why are you here anyway?" You suddenly ask, delighted to find a way to drop the topic of your work.
"Checking on you..." The sheepish statement sounds more like a question.
"Real reason?" arm cross brow quirked, you knew better than to trust that answer.
There's a long pause before he looks over at you sheepishly, a sly smirk spreading across his face.
"Baked goods..." he mutters and you can't help but let out a soft laugh.
"Ya, I thought so, check the kitchen," you remark, making your way across the room and down the short hall, reaching for the door across from your office. Pausing, you glance around the corner at the mountain still standing near the doorway.
"Ghost," you projected at him, the man's attention now completely on you. Catching his intense stare for a moment, you beam.
"Make sure he shares," cheeky words uttered as the door is pulled open and you disappear behind it.
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Ghost is left standing there looking off towards where she vanished, stuck pondering that wide grin she'd just flashed him. Maybe she wasn't scared of him... Why was this a relief?
The door to her office is left hanging open, the man's prying eyes catching a glimpse inside. One wall is dedicated to server racks, an organized chaos of cords strewn around the environment, loud humming emitting from the space. No wonder she didn't hear them knocking.
That's some serious hardware, what's going on here?
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