Adam Malloy ≡ Julio Richter (groundassault) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2014-07-31 22:42:00 |
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Who: Adam Malloy
What: Nobody gets to mess with people Adam cares about, especially some nosy gossip blog.
Where: Adam's apartment... the internet.
When: Thursday, July 31st, late night.
Rating: PG, maybe, for language.
Since the idea had first occurred to him, Adam had talked himself in and out of it several times. It was stupid, and pointless, and probably wouldn't work anyway, so he was pretty sure it was just going to be a massive waste of time. Then again, what else was he going to do with his evenings? It wasn't like he had any exciting plans. And, at the heart of the matter, the last two times this bitch had raised her ugly head, she'd targeted people that... yeah, okay, fine, that he maybe kind of cared about. Quinn, and X-Factor in general, wouldn't pay much mind, but Colby? Colby was a different story. Colby was a kid. That was crossing the line.
So he was going to battle with a gossip blog. Adam made sure to have everything backed up before he started, just in case, and then got to work trying to track down exactly where the damn rumors that kept setting everyone on edge were coming from. Everything had a source, after all, it was just a matter of tracing it back. Maybe he didn't have any powers, maybe he couldn't make the earth move, but this? This, he could do. Maybe.
It took hours. Hours, a full bag of chips, and several beers while he traced his way through proxy after proxy, firewall after firewall, the blogger's best efforts to lose the trail in the vastness of the internet. It wasn't good enough, though, even though it was far more secure than a simple gossip blog should be. Adam was starting to think that there must have been something far more nefarious going on, if they were going to this much trouble to hide it. Who would put in this much effort to protect gossip?
He should have had it. A final keystroke, and he should have been in. Instead... instead, he was greeted with a black screen and the sound of mocking laughter. A message started blinking: "NICE TRY, SWEETHEART." Adam snarled and went back to typing furiously, trying to break through and--
With a soft whirring sigh, his computer shut off.
Cursing, he jabbed the button to turn it back on, half afraid that it was completely dead. It wasn't, and from what he could tell his files were all intact. The trail? It wasn't. All trace of the blogger was completely gone, and no matter what he didn't he couldn't quite seem to recover any of it. Rictor, when Adam gave in and let him try, was just as stumped. Had the bitch been playing with them? Who the hell was this?
This wasn't over. No fucking way. Whoever it was might have won this time, but that didn't mean the bitch was a better hacker. Next time, yeah, next time the annoying little gossip blog dropped? He was going to be ready.