707's POV:
"V, any idea who may be after our contacts?" I ask as I fiddled with the cord of my headphones. I've been working on tracking the person down but haven't had the best success. Strange for someone of my hacking ability (I mean slight brag but whatever). It was starting to piss me off.
"Im not sure yet. I contacted some people who might help us out but right now I think it's best to try and track their IP address" V said, his voice oddly dull. I gave an audible sigh and hung up the phone. Best not to talk to him right now. My only focus is tracking the hacker. And seeing if that, by some miracle, is connected to MC.
"Bad Seven. Bad. You shouldn't think of her right now. She is probably ok." I told myself over and over again and kept typing. It had been roughly a week since the left, and there have been no signs of her anywhere. I tried to track her address but everything became a dead end the second I started looking. I thought she was happy. I called her almost everyday and she seemed happy to talk to me. But then again… she seemed distant. Almost as if talking to us was painful. I just couldn't figure it out.
I set my phone down on my crowded desk. Scattered amongst the absurd amount of Honey Buddha chip bags and empty soda cans, the desk itself seemed like it wasn't there. I told myself I would clean it eventually but that eventually may just have to be pushed back a little bit more. Especially with the task at hand. I started trying to rework my code, tracing back each move the hacker had done to see what patterns they left behind.
"Aha!" I yelled. The noise echoing throughout my empty apartment. I couldn't wipe the smile from my face as I watched the code practically unravel itself, leading me toward the hacker's proxy wall. The protocols behind it were way more complicated than I had expected though. Everything was backed up and then send through a dozen or so different satellites to scatter the signal. Sneaky little bish. Whatever. I had them now.