This Life is Mine

19

TWs: You doing what You does best (disobeying what people tell him to do), and 'sharing' food, I guess. Stay safe :)

You was so bored. The blonde blinked slowly, glancing at the time on the wall.

Close to midnight, the witching hour. You wasn't overly superstitious, but he did like to tell those kinds of stories, especially to Clay.

He glanced at the figure across the room, slumped on the desk, fast asleep. His white cap was lop-sided, covering half of his face.

You huffed, also wanting to sleep, yet knew he had to keep watch over the drone before him. He crossed his arms, analyzing and poking at a few of its dents.

Clay had told him he found it next to Bing, which raised more questions than answers; why would Bing bring a known enemy to their base?

You was going to take it apart up until Pat told him not to.

"Bing says it's important." The brunette told him before leaving.

Well, despite what Pat said, You still unscrewed the casing. He made sure to be careful as he shone a flashlight, ensuring there was no tracker inside the thing that would lead the King and his army to them. There was no tracker, yet there was something else he noticed.

The blonde leaned back in his chair, wanting so badly to hook the thing up to his laptop and see what kind of juicy information it was holding.

'Ugh...' You groaned inwardly. He glanced over at Clay, who was still knocked out on the desk. He sighed, 'Yan better not have ditched me...'

He looked at the drone again. It was sitting there, red scanner on the lowest setting possible for brightness.

You bit his lip, 'No one has to know...'

Getting up, You grabbed his laptop and USB cable. Entering his passcode, he pulled the drone closer, tilting it so he could hook the other end of the USB into the drone's system.

He heard his notification sound, immediately turning down the volume, and clicking the box that popped up on his screen.

He hummed as he looked at the coded blue box on his screen.

Enter Password:

_ _ _ _ _

'Of course...' He frowned, thinking momentarily, 'If I were a scientist, what would I make my password...?'

He knew it was five letters, given that was the amount of boxes shown.

'Screw it.' He typed in the beginner letters.

1 2 3 4 5

The box turned green, and the password screen was replaced.

Welcome, DR. JOHN SPICER-RAINES

'Huh...' You quirked an eyebrow, 'He has a last name?'

The welcome screen went away, replacing itself with a bigger one. Files over files layered on the screen, all labeled, yet You had no idea what any of them were for.

'This might take days to go through!' He exasperated, scrolling through the window, 'First things first, I guess...'

He clicked on the cable icon, managing to connect the drone to his laptop.

Ding!

He perked up, looking at the new window with curious eyes.

'New transmission?' You thought as he clicked the Listen Now option. A crackling noise was heard from the speakers of the laptop. There was a tapping sound following it, a tiny poking of someone testing the microphone.