A\N: Black Hat is currently in the process of being rewritten.
Black Hat
Prologue.
Description: Wyatt's a newly hired FBI agent quickly making his way up the ranks, When he's sent on a job to recruit a highly illegal and dangerous hacker with the code name, 'Black Hat', he finds himself a little more than over his head.
A\N: Black Hat is currently in the process of being rewritten.
Chris moved fast. Faster than anyone would've thought that a hacker could. He quickly grabbed the magnets from the other side of the room when he heard pounding on his door. Running the magnets over the computer to erase any data, he dropped them both as the computer flashed up with blank screens. Smirking, he grabbed the brown leather bag that was on the chair behind him and slung it over his shoulder, pulling his hood up and sliding on a pair of sunglasses.
He heard a crack as the door finally gave way, and he ran to the window, pulling it open as he heard shouts, and the next thing he knew, he had two sets of strong arms wrapped around his chest, and he cursed in his head, frustrated as another set as arms grabbed his arms.
The two men that had grabbed him were packed with muscle, and Chris wasn't, he was quite the opposite, only a small amount of muscle, the rest of his skills laid in smarts. He was obviously not going to make his way free, especially with his nimble body and his speed, but he wouldn't give up if it meant staying away from jail, he had run for the whole time he had been a hacker, and he sure as hell wasn't going to stop now.
Using the grip and the agent that had locked his arms around his chest's height to his advantage, he hoisted his body up, momentarily glad that he was still light enough to do so, glad that he had taken rock-climbing and self-defense classes because of his father's request, and swung his body forward, sending the chest locking agent off-balance, and taking advantage of the distraction, twisted himself out of the grip, sending a well-aimed punch to the man's face, feeling slightly disgusted as there was a cracking under his fist before he turned to the other agent.
The man was a burly man who obviously spent too much time at the gym, the chances of a fair fight going down the drain. He growled softly at the agent, the sound almost like a dog's warning growl that they didn't want to be picked up when they were eating, to a little kid. Smirking at the slightly taken a-back look, he moved fast, slamming a well-aimed punch in to the agent's nose with enough force to make the agent take a step back, and he took half a step forward, slamming his foot in to the other's groin, watching as the man leaned forward to the point of collapsing.
He smirked triumphantly, before adjusting his bag strap and hoisting himself out of the window, the height only being a metre and a half off of the ground, and landed on his feet hard, almost laughing as he heard a shocked yell of an agent, and loud footsteps.
He shook his head, breaking in to a run before mentally saying, 'FBI – 0, Me – 1.'