What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

52

"Shit! Tig, we didn't get Gemma anything." Juice shouted when they were next to one another at a red light. Tig chucked his smoke shaking his head.

"It's been three hours man, she knows we ain't bringing anything. She's probably worried about you though. You know how she gets." Tig kicked off as the light turned green.

Some of the guys were sitting around on the picnic tables outside smoking when they pulled back up.
Gemma was standing with her hands on her hips, sunglasses pushed into her hair, smirking at them.

"You fuckers didn't bring me food. Had to send a prospect to get lunch so I wouldn't starve to death." She teased. Tig kissed her on the cheek, apologizing.

"Got caught up, sorry Gem."

She rolled her eyes. "Do I even want to know?"

Tig didn't answer, just walked on into the clubhouse, Juice right behind him. He looked around for a bit, taken back by the loud absence of his brothers. He sighed, rubbing his hands down his face.

"Alright Juice, you do whatever it is you do on the computer. I'm gonna go help out in the garage. We'll head back about six."

Juice nodded, starting to turn to leave when he heard Tig clear his throat. He stiffened, thinking quickly about what Tig could be waiting for. Then it hit him, no one was near them at the moment. This game they were playing didn't just stop and start on a whim. He felt the hairs on his neck raise, turning to look at Tig over his shoulder.

"Yes sir."

Tig nodded, and proceeded to leave the room.

Besides handing over his control one other thing made him feel calm and grounded. Hacking, hacking was his thing. His fingers would fly over the keyboard, he'd loose himself in webs of IP addresses and digital back doors. He'd been working on this for what seemed like months, and the only thing he'd done successfully was pin Clay with the breech.

He was lost in his own world, unaware of the time or that some of the others were watching him with intrigue. He'd gotten past so many firewalls and roadblocks tonight it didn't seem real. Here he was, in the main database for the RICO case. All he had to do now was figure out how to get past the encryptions and sneak into the files.

He sat hunched over, squinting intensely at the screen, thinking of an override code, trying to walk through the front door so to speak. He wanted to make it look like he was someone on the inside, in the event that A: their tech crew noticed him, and B: he'd have less of a trail to clean up.

Everyone was holding their breath with him, waiting to see his reaction to whatever he was doing. The screen went black for a second and then log back up red. At first Juice was shocked, thinking he'd been caught, he started to panic inside, but as the screen cleared he was in.

"YES! FUCK YEAH BABY!" He shouted, jumping up from his seat. Everyone else exclaimed with him, some from being startled, some from sharing in his excitement despite being completely clueless. His face turned bright red, and his demeanor was way less confident, more clumsy as his usual upon noticing the eyes on him.

"Well what is it Juice?" Tig asked curiously.

Juice looked at him, smiling proudly. He couldn't help it, he was proud. He'd been working on this for months after all. Tig came and sat beside him on the sofa.

"I got in. I'm in the system. All the files are right here man. Not just us, but so many other organizations. Dude they are mapping us out, looks like they're pinning some of us against each other. Trying to see who is working with who, ya know? There's so much shit here! I could wipe it all. I mean it would be safer to just tinker with it but I want to wipe it all!" He made a sound that almost sounded like and evil laugh.