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thecapitol2014-07-21 06:39 pm
thefallout) wrote in thecapitol2014-07-21 06:39 pm
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Who| Sherlock and Ahiga (AKA The Hacker)
What| Ahiga helicoptering nervously over Sherlock's first hacking adventures.
Where| In the cabin deep in the woods.
When| After Sherlock's post to the network
Warnings/Notes| None atm
Ahiga knew he was hovering around Sherlock.
He had tried to make himself stop, several times. In his head, he knew Sherlock was smarter (way smarter than him, and he wasn't anything to poke fun at) and knew the risks of all this.
But he still couldn't let that little gallop of panic rest, that someone else was using his equipment, that some how, in some unforeseen way, if he wasn't in eye sight of his new friend, the whole world would accidentally self destruct.
Ahiga had possibly been alone up here too long.
And damn, the company was nice. Even if Sherlock could be challenging company. It was better than nothing. Actually, way better than nothing. He found he enjoyed the other man's company quite a lot.
This old cabin stuffed with supplies had clearly not been built on a budget, either, and they had plenty of room. Originally this place had to have been some rich survivalists hunting cabin, or something. Somewhere in the Dark Days it had becomes more, stock piled with weapons, and different technology stretching over years of history.
And then forgotten. If the Capitol even knew about it, which he doubted, they must have written it off as too obsolete to matter. For Ahiga, who had had to piece together bits and pieces while working the power stations in District 5 from similar ancient tech, it was like a freakin' field day in here.
And Sherlock only made things better.
Which still didn't stop him from walking past roughly every 30 seconds to be sure nothing was going wrong.
What| Ahiga helicoptering nervously over Sherlock's first hacking adventures.
Where| In the cabin deep in the woods.
When| After Sherlock's post to the network
Warnings/Notes| None atm
Ahiga knew he was hovering around Sherlock.
He had tried to make himself stop, several times. In his head, he knew Sherlock was smarter (way smarter than him, and he wasn't anything to poke fun at) and knew the risks of all this.
But he still couldn't let that little gallop of panic rest, that someone else was using his equipment, that some how, in some unforeseen way, if he wasn't in eye sight of his new friend, the whole world would accidentally self destruct.
Ahiga had possibly been alone up here too long.
And damn, the company was nice. Even if Sherlock could be challenging company. It was better than nothing. Actually, way better than nothing. He found he enjoyed the other man's company quite a lot.
This old cabin stuffed with supplies had clearly not been built on a budget, either, and they had plenty of room. Originally this place had to have been some rich survivalists hunting cabin, or something. Somewhere in the Dark Days it had becomes more, stock piled with weapons, and different technology stretching over years of history.
And then forgotten. If the Capitol even knew about it, which he doubted, they must have written it off as too obsolete to matter. For Ahiga, who had had to piece together bits and pieces while working the power stations in District 5 from similar ancient tech, it was like a freakin' field day in here.
And Sherlock only made things better.
Which still didn't stop him from walking past roughly every 30 seconds to be sure nothing was going wrong.
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That being said. The fact that he was here at all had done wonders for his mood. Gone was the suicidal depression that over a year in the capitol had caused - he was now extremely focused. He'd spent almost his entire time here building an encryption method to be able to make secure connections to individuals on the network, and this was his first attempt at making a go of it.
It was also, of course, a vetting mission. They were going to need help, and they needed help that wouldn't hesitate.
He knew Ahiga didn't necessary approve of his efforts, but he wasn't refraining him, so Sherlock attempted not to be entirely scathing. That was put to the test, however, by the constant hovering.
He didn't even look up as Ahiga crossed over his shoulder for the 73rd time.
"Would you feel better if you were sitting on my lap?" He asked drily, staring at his screen as he typed incredibly quickly. "It would give you a better vantage point."
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He felt sheepish, but he wasn't going to act like he hadn't been hoovering. It wouldn't exactly get them anywhere fast, and Sherlock wasn't going to let him off the hook.
Finding a place to perch near by, he peered over his shoulder openly, now that he'd been called out.
"It's not you I don't trust." He said as his eyes flickered over the information on the screen. "You know that, right?"
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"But this offers us two advantages. It helps us find those that can be useful, and those that are too volatile to be of use." He turned his head for the briefest of moments to look over at his companion. "I've no intention of allowing anyone enough information to compromise either of us."
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When the other man continued, he was glad he hadn't asked for clarification.
"You knowing them is a huge advantage alone." He said, before shrugged. "No, I know it's good. It's just...hard worrying about vulnerabilities all the time. You get in a habit. A bad one."
They were the only ones out here for miles. It really was amazing they hadn't been caught yet.
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He leaned back, stretching his arms out to their whole length. He was, all considered, not the best person to talk about risk. He'd never had a very strong sense of self preservation. It was the Watsons, Molly and Punchy that he really had any desire to be careful for. And, now, Ahiga, he supposed.
But when it came to himself?
Not so much.
His knuckles cracked, he cracked his neck, and then he went back to typing furiously. "Have we had any communication from your friends?" He asked, the last word incredibly sarcastic. Sherlock might have some respect for Ahiga, but that really was as far as it went.