[ reach out. That's what he did. He tracked down Wells' personal number--not that hard when you're famous like him-and had sent him texts like this. That was reaching out.
Wasn't it?
But he's waiting. Looking for changes, anything different. Do they know he's still in their mainframe? ]
you don't need my resume.
[ They know what he can do. He's breached the metaphorical dam, after all. Even if it's through the trickle.
...Wait. they wanted him to stay. They wanted him to keep buzzing around.
Shit.
fuck.
They're keeping him there so they can track him, aren't they?
Elliot immediately springs to action and hopes it's not too late. It occurs to him, even in his blind panic as he unplug his computer and takes out a few parts and grabs his power drill, that he never explained that he knew about the OS difference and was backing everything up just to see what was compatible and what wasn't.
He tosses memory cards into the microwave. Watches them burn. Thinks.
There's no actual hospital or anyone on life support at Star Labs, is there? It should all be tests and configurations. Stuff Elliot had already taken care of unless there was more.
Elliot is aware the flash uses Starland as a base, but nothing about the pipe.]
[ The confusion and panic continues when Cisco nearly had the source cornered when it just vanished completely. They had to shift gears immediately. Pull the system offline before it could be accessed again. Analyze everything. Find every file that was so much as looked at during the breach.
All the while Harrison assured Cisco that it wasn't his fault. That he did the best he could. And if anyone could find out how the system was breached it was him. It wasn't his fault it happened. Not even a little bit. No one was to blame but the hacker.
Who Harrison could't just let go. But these things weren't his forte. He was a man of science, not personal interactions. How could he find out who this was through just text messages? ]
How can I hire someone when I don't know them? A resume is usually the first step of that.
i'm only interested in making sure people like me don't get to people like you starlabs is flashes hq isnt it? thats a hefty target for the dark army if they decide to go in for the kill nevermind the government when they put 2 and 2 together
[ "You don't think he got into Barry's files, do you?" Cisco asked before Harrison had even read the text completely (of course he's sharing these). Fingers flew across the keys, like he had something to prove. Like he could some how reclaim the information.
Harrison just settled a hand over Cisco's. "I doubt it, some easier to access files may have mentioned The Flash. Or, like Hartley said, it's possible to figure out with the right algorithm. It's alright."
Cisco muttered a few colorful threats to Elliot's various body parts, more than likely references to at least three different shows or movies at once. ]
Wanting to help is a good start. But all the same, I do like to have things like a name and a face for those I work with. You are asking we blindly trust you on the simple knowledge that you broke into our systems. If you got that deep into them, I'm sure you saw reasons why we cannot trust so easily.
[ This is dangerous. He knows it is, and he doesn't need Mr. Robot telling him. Actually, Mr. Robot is currently leering over him. For someone who doesn't exist, Elliot can feel his breath on the back of his neck.
He pulls up his hoodie, hesitates only briefly, and types. ]
Noon tomorrow. Jitters.
Just you.
[ Mr. Robot throws a glass--or does he throw the glass? It's hard to tell. It shatters, and Elliot finds himself reaching for a familiar mortar and pestle before he stops himself. He doesn't even have morphine, it's all just habit. ]
[ Harrison and Cisco both know this is bad. Very, very bad. They need to find their hacker, but this had trap written all over it in flashing neon letters. The sort of trap that would lead to using Harrison as bait to get to Barry.
He wouldn't allow that to happen. ]
Clandestine meetings with covert agents isn't really my style, I'm afraid. If you really are serious about wanting to help, you will need to contact us through more legitimate channels. An email or a phone call will suffice
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Wasn't it?
But he's waiting. Looking for changes, anything different. Do they know he's still in their mainframe? ]
you don't need my resume.
[ They know what he can do. He's breached the metaphorical dam, after all. Even if it's through the trickle.
...Wait. they wanted him to stay. They wanted him to keep buzzing around.
Shit.
fuck.
They're keeping him there so they can track him, aren't they?
Elliot immediately springs to action and hopes it's not too late. It occurs to him, even in his blind panic as he unplug his computer and takes out a few parts and grabs his power drill, that he never explained that he knew about the OS difference and was backing everything up just to see what was compatible and what wasn't.
He tosses memory cards into the microwave. Watches them burn. Thinks.
There's no actual hospital or anyone on life support at Star Labs, is there? It should all be tests and configurations. Stuff Elliot had already taken care of unless there was more.
Elliot is aware the flash uses Starland as a base, but nothing about the pipe.]
no subject
All the while Harrison assured Cisco that it wasn't his fault. That he did the best he could. And if anyone could find out how the system was breached it was him. It wasn't his fault it happened. Not even a little bit. No one was to blame but the hacker.
Who Harrison could't just let go. But these things weren't his forte. He was a man of science, not personal interactions. How could he find out who this was through just text messages? ]
How can I hire someone when I don't know them? A resume is usually the first step of that.
text;
that should prove i'm good enough
and a few seconds later:
i'm only interested in making sure people like me don't get to people like you
starlabs is flashes hq isnt it?
thats a hefty target for the dark army if they decide to go in for the kill nevermind the government when they put 2 and 2 together
let me help
no subject
Harrison just settled a hand over Cisco's. "I doubt it, some easier to access files may have mentioned The Flash. Or, like Hartley said, it's possible to figure out with the right algorithm. It's alright."
Cisco muttered a few colorful threats to Elliot's various body parts, more than likely references to at least three different shows or movies at once. ]
Wanting to help is a good start. But all the same, I do like to have things like a name and a face for those I work with. You are asking we blindly trust you on the simple knowledge that you broke into our systems. If you got that deep into them, I'm sure you saw reasons why we cannot trust so easily.
no subject
He pulls up his hoodie, hesitates only briefly, and types. ]
Noon tomorrow. Jitters.
Just you.
[ Mr. Robot throws a glass--or does he throw the glass? It's hard to tell. It shatters, and Elliot finds himself reaching for a familiar mortar and pestle before he stops himself. He doesn't even have morphine, it's all just habit. ]
no subject
He wouldn't allow that to happen. ]
Clandestine meetings with covert agents isn't really my style, I'm afraid. If you really are serious about wanting to help, you will need to contact us through more legitimate channels. An email or a phone call will suffice
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Yup totally