Hi! This is something I figured I'd post since it's just been collecting dust on my phone. It's just a random idea I had that I don't plan on continuing anytime soon but you never know with my chaotic muse.

This is something to also fill in for my 'Holy Slagballs They're Alive!' story 'cause an update will take a li'l longer than usual. Sowy. But do not fear! I plan on continuing it's just that I'm kinda stuck at the moment. But do expect an update- hopefully- by next week! That's when I also go back to the ol' heckhole... (I'm still trying to avoid the name.)

Hope ya'll enjoy! Please leave me a comment on if you like it or not if you want!

Access denied? We'll see about that.

Let's see... I'd say about five characters: no numbers. Hmm...

S-U-G-A-R

Hah! I'm in!

Project blah blah... Sector somethin'... Yada yada yada... Woah, woah back up.. Hahah!

Numerous symbols float around the screen and I'm able to catch a few, but most evade my eyes.

Wait...

I'm interrupted from a certain sequence by the telltale creak of my front door and the pounding of heavy boots.

I quickly delete any evidence,- meaning I lock it up into my own secret corner of the web that not even the most highly trained analyst could uncover- shut down my computer and bolt out of my seat- throwing my book bag on- to silently shove my window open.

I glance around the ground for anyone,- knowing that everyone's already inside but it doesn't hurt to check- then hop up onto the window sill and jump the two stories from the ground.

My legs protest the momentum as I land in a crouch but I ignore it and camouflage myself in the bushes as I hear someone- or several someone's- above me.

"Sir, we lost her." A random dude talks into his wrist watch.

"Well, find her! The secrets she has uncovered do not need to make it out into the press!" I hear a booming voice- dude's probably a woos- snarl through.

"Yes, sir!" Around twenty dude's scope around my room and I use that to make my hasty escape around the side of the house.

I use the numerous trees and shrubs as cover as I slowly attempt to escape to the deep regions of the woods.

"There she is!"

Shiz!

I screw my cover and begin to full on sprint towards the tree line, the sound of boots behind me melding with my own.

"FBI, stop!"

Riiiight. I'll do that when I turn my iPod in.

The sound of a high class engine- too lazy to distinguish what kind- pierces through the thick air and next thing I know a golden yellow Camaro zooms alongside me.

"Get in."

"Yessir."

(Note: I am far from a hacker or any of that so the info may be incorrect... Sorry if it is...)