Willow entered a computer shop not too far away from her appartment. She saw a black man in the back of the store. He apparently worked there because he had a tag name on his shirt. She walked to him.
"Excuse me."
The guy turned around and his eyes widened. He took a good look at the girl before him. Willow blushed. It wasn't exactly every day that someone looked at her like that.
"You' looking for something in particular?" he asked the pretty redhead.
"Yeah, hum... Paul," she said, looking his tag name. "I'm looking for a powerful laptop that can be hooked up on a phone line for internet access and a big memory space." She did her best to look novice. [This should do. I don't look too much of a hacker.]
"Well, we have those just there. They should do fine. Graphics are okay and it's high speed. Mine is just like these."
Willow looked at the laptop. It was indeed of great quality and it wasn't too expensive. "You've got yourself a deal," she told him, smiling. He smiled back at her, watching her carefully, memorising every details of those green eyes and bright smile. [Photographic memory is so *not* a curse!]
* * *
Two days later
Highschool cafeteria
Willow paid for her lunch and headed to a table nearby, doing her best not to bump in someone. [There never were that many people in Sunnydale High!] She finally made her way through the waves of hungry students waiting in line. With a sigh, she sat down heavily on a chair.
"*Nobody* knows who they are, not even Razor and Blade and those two know everything."
The redhead froze right there. She knew those names. They were elite hackers just like her... except they were much more known. She turned her head a bit, hoping to get a look at the group that was talking about hackers. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw the two boys in her computer class and the girl that gave her the school tour. There was another tall guy with them that she didn't know. She looked back at her lunch before her and straightened her back. She wanted to know who they were talking about.
"Well, I'm sure they don't want a run in with the federals. That must be why they are so secretive about their identity, even with hackers. They trust nobody and have good reasons to."
Willow frowned. [Who the hell are they talking about?]
Kate laughed at Cereal. "Maybe, but they should be still avalable to elite hackers. One day, they might be needed and we won't know how to contact them to get their help."
"I don't think you need to contact them," Freak said. "One night, two years ago, I fell on something. It was some sort of rimes, a spell maybe. It was connected to an e-mail account but I couldn't put my finger on it. It just kept appearing and disappearing. I think it might had been the Witch system to get her hands on news." Freak heard someone gasp and looked around him, his eyes falling and the red headed girl in his computer class.
Willow felt his eyes on her and cursed silently. [Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Now, he's going to know I'm listening to them.] But to her surprise, he said nothing.
Kate sighed. "Okay, okay, but what about Fangs?"
"Well, as far as we know how he works, he must be 'sucking' the informations somewhere," Dade answered.
Freak frowned when he saw the cute redhead tense. He was getting even more surprised when he saw her stood up suddenly, gathering her stuff and walking briskly out of the cafeteria. [Weird.]
Willow was furious. [Great. I'm put in the same category as that bastard! Can I live without the shadow of Fangs over my head? One day, I'm going to find who you are, sucker, and I'm going to destroy your reputation bit by bit.]
"Excuse me."
The guy turned around and his eyes widened. He took a good look at the girl before him. Willow blushed. It wasn't exactly every day that someone looked at her like that.
"You' looking for something in particular?" he asked the pretty redhead.
"Yeah, hum... Paul," she said, looking his tag name. "I'm looking for a powerful laptop that can be hooked up on a phone line for internet access and a big memory space." She did her best to look novice. [This should do. I don't look too much of a hacker.]
"Well, we have those just there. They should do fine. Graphics are okay and it's high speed. Mine is just like these."
Willow looked at the laptop. It was indeed of great quality and it wasn't too expensive. "You've got yourself a deal," she told him, smiling. He smiled back at her, watching her carefully, memorising every details of those green eyes and bright smile. [Photographic memory is so *not* a curse!]
* * *
Two days later
Highschool cafeteria
Willow paid for her lunch and headed to a table nearby, doing her best not to bump in someone. [There never were that many people in Sunnydale High!] She finally made her way through the waves of hungry students waiting in line. With a sigh, she sat down heavily on a chair.
"*Nobody* knows who they are, not even Razor and Blade and those two know everything."
The redhead froze right there. She knew those names. They were elite hackers just like her... except they were much more known. She turned her head a bit, hoping to get a look at the group that was talking about hackers. Her eyes widened a bit when she saw the two boys in her computer class and the girl that gave her the school tour. There was another tall guy with them that she didn't know. She looked back at her lunch before her and straightened her back. She wanted to know who they were talking about.
"Well, I'm sure they don't want a run in with the federals. That must be why they are so secretive about their identity, even with hackers. They trust nobody and have good reasons to."
Willow frowned. [Who the hell are they talking about?]
Kate laughed at Cereal. "Maybe, but they should be still avalable to elite hackers. One day, they might be needed and we won't know how to contact them to get their help."
"I don't think you need to contact them," Freak said. "One night, two years ago, I fell on something. It was some sort of rimes, a spell maybe. It was connected to an e-mail account but I couldn't put my finger on it. It just kept appearing and disappearing. I think it might had been the Witch system to get her hands on news." Freak heard someone gasp and looked around him, his eyes falling and the red headed girl in his computer class.
Willow felt his eyes on her and cursed silently. [Why couldn't I keep my mouth shut? Now, he's going to know I'm listening to them.] But to her surprise, he said nothing.
Kate sighed. "Okay, okay, but what about Fangs?"
"Well, as far as we know how he works, he must be 'sucking' the informations somewhere," Dade answered.
Freak frowned when he saw the cute redhead tense. He was getting even more surprised when he saw her stood up suddenly, gathering her stuff and walking briskly out of the cafeteria. [Weird.]
Willow was furious. [Great. I'm put in the same category as that bastard! Can I live without the shadow of Fangs over my head? One day, I'm going to find who you are, sucker, and I'm going to destroy your reputation bit by bit.]