Altered Files


She's running down the hall zig zagging through the confused masses.

Bright blue paint splattering at her heels, thankfully they aren't a very good shot. She looks back at the Pi who apparently didn't get the message.

Didn't this ass hat know she belonged to Dick? Wasn't that supposed to mean she didn't have to worry about getting shot at until he came for her. Where the hell did all that brotherhood crap go huh?

She ducks into a classroom and shuts the door, locking it, she pulls her phone from her pocket and inspects the backs of her legs to see if she needs to give up Carl, her newest target.

She presses a number and waits for them to answer.

There isn't any blue on her. Thank god. What a let down that would be.

"Mac?" Dicks voice comes across the line confused and kind of excited.

"What the hell is with this mine crap?"

She asks her voice sharp and venom as she pries open a window on the far side of the room.

"What are you talking about? Where are you?"

"Climbing out a god damn window is where I am."

The bastard is laughing at her. We'll see how funny he thinks it is when she's shooting him close range in the junk.

"Why are you climbing out a window?"

"Because one of your pi sigma dickheads has me trapped in a classroom? This doesn't count as being a good boy Dick." She hangs up angrily and dials another number.

Seriously she never should have worn a skirt for this but she honestly thought it would be smooth sailing until Dick got her target. In fact she'd made her own precautions to ensure that Dick would be hers.

Mine

She'd given Molly twenty bucks to miss class today so no one would take Dicks target from her. She didn't expect Molly to take Dick out. She had a little more faith in his skill than that.

"Hullo?" Molly's too chipper voice bursts across the line as she drops to the ground.

"Molly its Mac, deals off."

"Oh...but I was watching Labyrinth." She pouts.

"Okay after Labyrinth then." She folds looking both ways, back flat against the building.

No sign of what's his nuts. She pushes away from the wall and starts toward the English building. According to some computer work her boy is just about to leave a woman's lit class.

He's probably in it to score.

She's entering the building when her phone goes off again.

"What do you want?" She asks unhappily.

"I can't save you from them you know. Chip declared you public enemy number one."

"Well that's just fine because I'm not protecting you any more either." She tells him her voice a hiss of noise as she finds the right lecture hall.

With a quick peek in the window she can see Carl at the back and it looks like he's actually participating in the lecture...weird.

"You were doing what now?"

"Nothing." She tells him quickly, "I was doing nothing now go away I have a game to win. I hope you have a pain tolerance." She tells him darkly before hanging up.

She turns her phone off and waits for Carl.

It's the longest ten minutes of her life, but when Carl comes out of the room talking happily to a girl she wastes no time in marking him.

He looks up shocked, his eyes sweep across her and he looks ashamed, he steps away from the girl and hands her his target.

"How did you know where I was? Everyone thinks I have anthro right now."

So maybe he's not in the class to get ladies after all, he must have a bunch of sisters, "I looked at your school files." She smirks at him, "thanks Carl." She looks at the pretty blonde in the envelope and heads off to the cafeteria.

Seriously she needed a snack.

Katie Green

Daddy Issues

Mary Poppins points

Drama

London

Ugh there is a smilie face next to Daddy issues and now she can't stop thinking of if when she's being ploughed by some 'bad boy' if she says father with her fancy British accent like a bbc period drama or if she says daddy in cockney.


It's a fancy accent like she's in a production of a Jane Austin novel.

It just so happened that Katie also apparently really needed a snack.

"Bollocks." she grumbles, "You're the ringer right?"

"Yeah."

"How many have you 'killed' today?"

"You're my fourth."

"Fourth? Haven't you been to any of your classes?" She asks and she actually sounds concerned.

"It was a busy morning." she shrugs and accepts the envelope and grabs a power bar and heads to the only class she actually cares about today.

Professor Foster's lecture, ethics and politics in network security.

He barely knew she existed and she wanted so badly for him to notice her work. She had so many things to say on the topic of ethics in the computer industry, she'd read all five of his incredibly dry books.

She turned her phone on to check if Veronica had left her any messages.

Veronica hadn't.

Dick however had apparently blown up her phone.

How was he ever going to take his targets out if he was so busy trying to get a rise out of her?

As far as she could tell he was the only real threat on the pi sigma team, she at least had Veronica weeding her way though the ranks.

Her eyes darting around the hall she listened to Dick's voice in her ear and tried not to remember the press of his body or the feel of his fingers against her skin.

I stopped by the hardware store, I wonder if you're as good at untying knots as you are at tying them? I thought we could find out together after I win

She is positive that her heart has sped up, it feels like she's not getting enough oxygen to her everything.

Did he actually get rope? Was she any good at untying knots? Did she even care? There was something dark in her that wanted to just find out where he was now and deal with all this build up now. But that was what he wanted wasn't it. He wanted her to beg for it, she just knew he did.

She wouldn't.

gritting her teeth she listened to message after message of Dick's hot dark voice in her ear whispering about what he had planned for her when he had won. She walked right by her lecture hall and right into the chest of Professor Foster as Dick promised what he could do with his tongue.

Startled she almost dropped everything in her arms, phone, laptop, gun.

"Aren't you in my class?" he asks and there's a very vague sense of recognition in his face that she wishes was stronger.

"Yes, I'm Mac...Cindy Mackenzie." she smiles nervously and tries to figure out if she's supposed to shake his hand.

Thankfully he makes no move to.

"The one with the altered files..." she bites her lip nervously, she had really hoped no one would notice. It's not like she had changed any grades or anything. She had just changed some personal data they had so that any correspondence went to a PO box she rented out instead of straight to her parents. She helped Veronica out way too much to not anticipate some disciplinary reports...things she had also done away with.

Cleanly she swears.

"I...I..."

He leans down and smirks at her, "It might be in your best interest to learn how to lie Miss. Mackenzie."

"Yes sir, I'll look into it." She follows him into the classroom.

"Are you a part of that ridiculous assassination game Miss Mackenzie."

"Yes sir."

"I didn't think you were in a sorority."

"If you look in my files, it clearly states that I've been a Theta since freshman year."

"I'm sure it does...are you winning at the very least?"He asks and she can't help but beam.

"Absolutely."

"Good. You may take a seat Mackenzie."

She takes her usual seat in the middle of the hall and feels a million times better about this class than she had just last week. Not only did he notice her but he seemed almost pleased with her deviance.

Maybe she should pull out Bad Mac more often, she is a couple of days away from apparently mind-blowing bone melting sex with Dick but Professor Foster knew she was alive! He might even ask to be her advisor.

Best day ever.

After this lecture she'd kill her next target and drop her panties off at the frat house just to make Dick squirm, he had sounded awfully cocky in those messages. She'd look forward to that call, or maybe he'd try to get physical with her at tonight's tally?

One could hope.