Rebel
Rebel couldn't fail and Angela was as demanding as ever. He had to find the information and use it against them. Break down their security and not get caught. It was fairly easy. After all, computers, technology, and electronics were his friends. They spoke to him like they were alive and best of all they listened.
He may just have been a kid but all this plotting was starting to feel somewhat…normal.
He wondered what his mother would say. His father?
It was a pity that they were both dead.
He remembered what his family had gone through. He also remembered that Angela hadn't been so helpful back them. She'd been working with their greatest enemy.
Linderman.
And now she was making mistakes. Thinking that he wouldn't turn on her was one of her biggest ones. He was just waiting for the right opportunity. He would wait as long as he had to. After all…it's not like he was old like she was. Right?
Rebel took a deep breath. Now she wanted him to save her son by diffusing the bomb on Matt Parkman. He though about letting it go off. She would know the same feelings he had known since his family died.
Fear.
Pain.
Anger.
Agony.
Suffering.
Regret.
He regretted what happened with his parents most of all. His mother's medical condition had been difficult but they could have gotten through it. He knew they could have.
Now…what to do about the bomb?
Matt was ok. He couldn't just let him die because he wanted to hurt Angela. What about all those people? No…he couldn't let the bomb go off.
He took a deep breath and told the machines what Angela wanted.
"Stop the bomb please."
Then the people that had control of the bomb tried to make it go off. It was a simple matter to stop them.
After a few minutes it was all over and the bomb had been deactivated.
Angela sighed in relief.
"Good job Micah."
AN: I don't know if this is true but it's my guess of who Rebel is.