The game was afoot. Game was the easiest way to look at it... less anxiety, more sharpness. Eddie punched through SHIELD's first line of defense as easily as pushing one's hand into water, his programs treating their outer defenses as if they were completely permeable.
Cypher was reminded just how experienced and talented the Riddler was at this. It kept the young man on target.
His fingers flying over his keyboard, Doug started to move into SHIELD's sub-systems; watchdog programs picked up Eddie's very deliberate trail, and Doug slipped into the datastream behind them. The Riddler's plan was for Doug to chart one path into SHIELD's systems, but Doug started two, and for every ten keystrokes on the main path, he made one on his own. Soon, in their own coded shorthand, a warning message would light up someone's desk on that Helicarrier of theirs.
Doug glanced over at Eddie, noting his intent focus. "I'm moving in. All eyes are on your trail."
When he was sure Eddie would not turn to look at him, Doug's hand slipped to his phone in the pocket, and he slid his finger across the touchscreen's lock bar. He activated the app he'd made, which deactivated Eddie's own programs for quick intervals, while sending out pulses of data. He wasn't sure how long it would take to punch through all the security in the building, but before long, Oracle would receive the signal and be able to lock on to his location.
I hope. Doug breathed quietly, his breath shaking slightly.