If you are aware of how it works, then you are aware of how integral our operating system is to what we do. Any changes would be disruptive and catastrophic. We have nothing of use to offer to someone like yourself, have you considered instead Queen Industries? I'm sure they have more of what you're looking for.
[ Because Felicity could handle this no problem. The biggest concern right now is ensuring incredibly sensitive data, such as all of that pertaining to Barry is protected. And finding out why a hacker would target them. Calls have been made. The lab is being systematically taken offline. ]
[ Queen Industries. The phrase alone leaves a bad taste in his mouth, but Elliot backs off. For now. He's smart enough to recognize the sandbox he's trying to play with is morphing and not to his favour.
He probably should back off entirely, too, even though he's pretty sure he's right. Elliot's spending a lot of his time fixating on this.
Maybe it's because this is a happy medium for him and Mr. Robot. Maybe it's because this way he won't blow up steel mountain like he wants. ]
you're changing the world.
[ He doesn't want to crack down on anything, or look for anything in particular. He's already found most of the business with metahumans, though the Flash still eludes him. Elliot's fairly certain if he put his mind to it he could try to get that alias stuff but he couldn't care less. ]
[ Well, that's interesting. But how does this help? The guy was obviously smart to even breach their systems. But not even Harrison was naive enough to trust this guy at his word via text. He didn't even have a name. It could be a ruse, a meta who could get into machines, perhaps? That could explain why Cisco was having so much trouble tracking the source. They were waiting to cut the final connection, hoping the tracking program would finish soon enough. ]
But this doesn't help. If you do this to our systems, it will set us back in our work. Months, maybe years. If you want to help, there are better ways.
[ He couldn't just tell the guy to buzz off. Anyone who wanted to make the world a better place deserved at least some sort of chance. ]
[ Elliot's already digging. Worming his way through all of it. Nesting. He's not outright changing anything, because he's reached one hell of a conclusion.
Starlabs technology is beyond anything he's ever seen. Still has holes--the dam is leaking, but just enough for someone like him to get through. He leaves a .dat file to root around at later, deciding to datamine the thing later. Because now? Now he's more than curious. He does want to help, he wasn't lying, he just has to keep this a secret.
So he backs off entirely, doesn't push, though he's still monitoring. Sometime between staring at the code and texting, he finds a way to take a sip of his now cold coffee and light up a cigarette. ]
[ Confusion is the state of the Cortex at that moment. Cisco uttering a baffled "he stopped." And frantically reaching out to Felicity. Harrison pointing out someone else was still connected from the outside, but not doing anything. Desperately trying to find out what was accessed, what was changed. Cisco has something in place that will automatically compare the data to the last back up to find any changes, but that would take time.
What is going ON?! Why is this happening?! ]
It's not really a list, honestly. It's more that you'd reach out to us, through more standard means, requesting employment. We don't really have a standard application process anymore, but a phone call is how it usually starts.
Pretend thud is the right account also html is weird because phone tag
[ 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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[ Because Felicity could handle this no problem. The biggest concern right now is ensuring incredibly sensitive data, such as all of that pertaining to Barry is protected. And finding out why a hacker would target them. Calls have been made. The lab is being systematically taken offline. ]
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He probably should back off entirely, too, even though he's pretty sure he's right. Elliot's spending a lot of his time fixating on this.
Maybe it's because this is a happy medium for him and Mr. Robot. Maybe it's because this way he won't blow up steel mountain like he wants. ]
you're changing the world.
[ He doesn't want to crack down on anything, or look for anything in particular. He's already found most of the business with metahumans, though the Flash still eludes him. Elliot's fairly certain if he put his mind to it he could try to get that alias stuff but he couldn't care less. ]
i want to help.
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But this doesn't help. If you do this to our systems, it will set us back in our work. Months, maybe years. If you want to help, there are better ways.
[ He couldn't just tell the guy to buzz off. Anyone who wanted to make the world a better place deserved at least some sort of chance. ]
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Starlabs technology is beyond anything he's ever seen. Still has holes--the dam is leaking, but just enough for someone like him to get through. He leaves a .dat file to root around at later, deciding to datamine the thing later. Because now? Now he's more than curious. He does want to help, he wasn't lying, he just has to keep this a secret.
So he backs off entirely, doesn't push, though he's still monitoring. Sometime between staring at the code and texting, he finds a way to take a sip of his now cold coffee and light up a cigarette. ]
list them.
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What is going ON?! Why is this happening?! ]
It's not really a list, honestly. It's more that you'd reach out to us, through more standard means, requesting employment. We don't really have a standard application process anymore, but a phone call is how it usually starts.
Pretend thud is the right account also html is weird because phone tag
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.]
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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
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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.
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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. ]
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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
Totally the right account
Yup totally