"So, can you do it?" Irelia is biting nervously on her cuticles, her voice sounding one part fretful, one part annoyed.
Every day for the past nine months, she has been getting prank calls day in and day out at the most inopportune moments. The first few times it happened, she'd chalked them up as unfortunate incidents of the "wrong number" variety, but ten weeks in, when she was still getting the same periodic calls that said nothing beyond heavy breathing and craggy gasping, it started feeling like it was definitely personal.
Some nights, 4am, she would get a phone call right before a major test or sports meet; weekends, 8am, she would get a phone call waking her up unceremoniously even though it's a time she normally sleeps till noon; some noons, 2pm, she would get a phone call halfway through lecture, her boisterous ringtone a humiliating disruption to the entire class whenever she forgot to set it on silent.
No. Enough is enough.
This is a clear and deliberate sabotage on her life, and whoever this incessant prank-calling bastard is, they are going to pay dearly when she hunts their sorry ass down and pounds it six feet under.
"So, can it be done?" Irelia repeats the question, brows furrowing as she leans in closer to Heimerdinger, this computer science exchange nerd she's managed to drag in.
Currently, they are both cramped in her tiny dormitory suite on-campus, with Heimerdinger performing some hard-core computer mojo on her laptop. She has no idea what the little guy is doing, but it looks totally professional with the mess of ones and zeroes rolling off her laptop screen. It looks like some scene ripped-off from the Matrix, and if it's good enough for Matrix, it's good enough for Irelia.
"Patience is a virtue." Heimerdinger sighs. "It may take awhile to triangulate someone's location, but the dude's a total amateur, he doesn't know how to cover his tracks..." Heimerdinger uses his index finger to push his glasses higher up the bridge of his nose as his fingers dextrously work the keys on the computer.
"Almost there... any second now." He says.
Irelia finds herself holding her breath. Perhaps she should start getting her hockey stick ready if she's going to do this right.
"There-!" A sharp beeping emits from the computer as Heimerdinger pumps his fist victoriously into the air.
"-Nailed you, you bastard!" Irelia promptly hi-fived the nerd before popping her knuckles one by one.
"What's the address?" She asks.
Squinting, Heimerdinger leans in close as he struggles to make out the minute typings and numerical symbols on the laptop screen.
"It seems the address reads.. Ionia.. Street 45, II21GG, D42, University... U-University Road…" Heimerdinger's voice trails off at the same time Irelia audibly exhales a loud wheeze. The address is a familiar one, way too familiar, Irelia should know, it's the address of the dormitory building they are currently residing in right now.
"Holy shit." Irelia's voice quivers as she speaks. "It's coming from inside the house."