"Cal, get me some food!" A man with snow white hair at a large desk yelled before turning back around to the screen in front of him, lifting his arms he stretched before continuing to type.
Another man with light brown hair walked up to him, the white-haired male was facing his computer so he couldn't see him, he did however hear his footsteps, he could tell he was trying to be quiet.
The second man wrapped his arms around the shorter males' neck from behind and rested his head on his "I hear something is missing from that sentence~" The taller light-brunette had a smile on his face as he glanced down at the head beneath his.
The white-haired man looked up, hair ticking his face as he moved, mint eyes narrowed, he glared at the other, while he did the taller, blue eyed man smiled at him.
Neither stopping their stares at the other, and the brunette not releasing the others neck from his gentle hold, the mint eyed man sighed and ceased his glare "Fine" he mumbled exasperatedly "Can you please get me some food?"
The latter male stepped back, smiling as the other fixed his hair, turning his chair around as he did "Alright! Be right back~!" He turned away and began to run out of the room.
"Preferably something swee-" "I'm getting fruit!" Door closing as he left.
The minty eyed man grumbled under his breath before shrugging off his black leather jacket leaving him in a red shirt, sleeves gone revealing muscular arms, right arm bearing a tattoo.
Swivelling his chair back around he began typing at the computer again.
A short while later the door opened back up and the blue-eyed man walked back in, a banana in each hand, both were open but one was half eaten.
Walking up to the one who was working he rested his head on his shoulder, the white-haired man didn't mind when he did that, it felt warm.
"I got your fruit, Snow" He quickly but lightly flicked the others head without looking away from the screen.
"Don't like that name…" he mumbled.
He ignored the flick and smiled "Then what is your name, you never told me" He took a bite of his half-eaten banana making it a two thirds eaten banana.
"None of your business" he steadily relaxed his neck and tilted his head more into the brunettes, as he did an uneaten banana was put in his vision. He already knew what the brunette was trying to do, taking a bite of the fruit, he continued working
"Hey, Snow?" He hummed "What do you think would have happened if I didn't lie to you?" Not even needing to think he knew what the other was talking about.
"I don't know, this has been the only time I've been… happy… because of someone lying, I got an assistant, and he's my Prince…" He didn't want to know what would have happened either…
MC held a cup with a tight grip, the dream from that night still fresh in his mind. He was drinking coffee to distract himself, he knew the drink itself wouldn't make him forget but it would at least distract him.
He looked down at his phone, he was chatting with Jumin and Seven currently, with the picture Jumin had just sent of desert sunrise filling the screen he found peace in his ever-growing worry for the day.
Not only did he have a bad feeling about the day ahead, he had class at the university later also…
707: It really makes you want to travel to the moon…
MC: Yeah, Seven, let's make a spaceship so we can fly to the moon together!
707: *Shocked emoji*
707: How haven't I thought of that?
707: We'll fly together, jump in the 0 G! It'll be an adventure!
As often as MC was looking at his phone, he was looking around the apartment, nervous. He couldn't remember everything about back then but he did remember taking… drastic measures to leave… the second attempt no less painful than the first.
Feeling something, he looked at his hands, cup abandoned, his hand was scratching his left wrist. Forcing himself to stop, he looked back back down at his phone, reading what was going on.
Seven not being able to concentrate, MC felt bad because he knew it was because of him, and Jumin suggesting he… kill his emotions.
As much as he tried to protest the suggestion, Seven seemed to accept it the more he refuted it. The only bright side to this emotion murder fest was Seven suggesting a potential guest, 'Only Cry' was the person he suggested, a man skilled in emotions. Although hesitant, MC accepted the guest.
Just after accepting the guest, Jumin left to give water to Elizabeth 3rd, and Seven had to go because his… maid was returning…
With no one else in the chatroom he left as well.
Putting his phone in a pocket he stood up, grabbing the cup of instant coffee he drank what remained of it, which wasn't much, and place it on the counter next to him before looking to the rest of the apartment, the living room in front of him, bedroom door across the apartment with the bathroom door next to it.
Signing he rested his hands on his hips, he still had a couple of hours until he needed to leave for class so there was so much yet very little he could do before then.
Finding himself glancing around the apartment again, he decided to take another shower to calm his nerves.
With quiet music beating throughout an empty room, a mint-eyed man inspected objects in a bag. Black headphone sitting on his head being the source of noise.
The man pulled out a coiled rope, his mint eyes scanning the rope before he tugged on one end of it, making sure it was tightly wrapped around itself, placing it back in the bag he pulled out a black harness, multiple clips on one side of it.
He put it around himself, checking if it fit, luckily it did so he wouldn't need to get another, taking it off he threw it back into the bag and closed it tight.
Standing he rolled his shoulder, sighing as they cracked. He had been running around the building all day gathering supplies so he was sore, some of the Believers also asked for his assistance so they hadn't helped at all…
Turning around he looked at a large computer setup, the one he had been using for the past few years… as old as it was, he always made sure it was the best it could be.
Walking to the set up he sat in the chair in front of it, pressing some buttons the screen turned on, on the screen was a mock version of the RFA Messenger, light browns instead of the now gray UI, sadly for hacking, he had to use an older version of the messenger for his computer.
As he fiddled with some settings he noticed a different screen lighting, he turned to it.
'Incoming call: 707 - MC' was displayed on the monitor in black text.
Since he installed the messenger into MC's phone, he not only had full access to his phone, but access to his messenger as well, limited access due to the red head, but access nonetheless. That allowing him to see his activity on the messenger, such as calls and texts.
Quickly turning away from that monitor, the man began to type on the computer, he grabbed the black headphones and plug them into the computer.
With a final press of a key, he heard voiced through the headset.
"Hello? Is everything okay?" The first voice asked, he hated but knew it to be the RFA's hacker. He sounded concerned. "Could you open the window and look outside? And… and check the kitchen too, just in case!"
He heard laughing, laughter unlike the red heads so it had to be MC, some other sound in the background, it sounded like… water? "Um, hello Seven… I would look out the window but… I'm a little busy right now" Hearing the brunettes made him calm, just his voice making the soreness in his arms disappear.
Sadly, the feeling of calm was interrupted as the red head started speaking again "Could you just do it MC, please?" He sounded almost desperate, oh how it brought joy to him thinking of him sounding like that when begging for mercy under his boot.
His thoughts were cut short by the sound of running water being disappearing "Alright" wet footsteps sounded for a moment before silence "Nothing out the window, besides clouds that it"
"And the kitchen? Try… seeing if you see any suspicious bugs crawling around…" The man rolled his eyes, how annoying could the hacker be? Turning to a different screen he opened the cameras to the apartment, he found himself looking at them more often these days.
He saw one of the doors open, he couldn't remember what room was behind it though.
"Okay, just don't look at the cameras, you sound nervous by the way, what's up?" As the door opened fully he saw MC walk out of the room in only a towel, phone pressed to his ear.
As MC stepped through the living room he brushed wet hair to the side of his face, entering the kitchen he looked around for a minute before making meaningless conversation with the red head, he started back to the bathroom, shivering slightly.
"Sorry for the false alarm… just felt strange and had to call… but, you sound weird now, are you sick?!" Stopping his own typing, he heard some from the red heads end of the phone call, the call was boring he wouldn't deny that but, he could hear MC's energetic voice so that made it worth worthwhile to him.
"No, not sick, just a bit cold that's all"
"… Why are in just a towel?!" The white-haired man laughed quietly, it was entertaining to see how MC could make people flustered without even doing a thing, even if it was himself.
MC stopped walking and turned to the nearest camera, which happened to be the one he was looking through. Seeing a direct shot of the brunette in a towel not only made him stop laughing, but also made his face heat up.
He chuckled and smiled at the camera "You force me out of the shower then peek without asking? Naughty Seven~" He winked at the camera before continuing back to the bathroom.
"I… I didn't mean to do that! Um…"
"It's alright Seven, in truth, I don't really care how long you've been watching, was just messing with you" MC disappeared from the cameras view as the door closed.
A sigh came through the phone along with some mumbling "Wait…" The man glanced at the monitor holding the call "MC… I need to hang up now…"
"What's wrong Seven?" His eyes narrowed at the monitor, what was the red head seeing?
"I…" He heard a short gasped "I think someone's tapped this call!" The mans eyes widened once more before he went to the monitor, his finger speeding across the keyboard in front of it.
Entering command after command into MC's messenger, he struggled to keep up with what the red head was already trying to do, track him though the call itself, both hands on separate keyboards now, one to fight the RFA's hacker, the other to end the call.
Sighing he stopped trying to fight Luciel, having activated a small program to keep him distracted, now with both hands free he went back to the messenger.
Knowing he had some time, he sent a virus to MC's phone, small and harmless, not enough to cause any serious damage, he didn't want MC hating him now did he? It was just enough to restart his phone, ending the call and deleting all traces of him.
Staring at the screen for a few moments longer, he fell back into his chair, an exhausted chuckle escaping him.
He couldn't keep doing this, fighting off the RFAs hacker. He so desperately wanted a break… his last visit to the gardens being months ago, he may not have liked flowers much anymore, they still calmed that small part of him…
Turning his chair away from his desk he walked towards his bag of supplies, after double checking its contents he pulled an object out of his jacket, a black pistol, his last resort. Returning it to his jacket he looked down at the ground, it he did have to use it, things would never be the same again.
Picking up the bag in front of his, he started for the gray door in front of him, he wanted… needed, his prince…
Seven sat at his desk, fingers typing away on the keyboard.
He knew the hacker 'Unknown' had to have been the one to tap the call but the question was why. When he found the hacker, he saw he was there for the entirety of the call, but he hadn't done anything, just listened.
The hacker ran away as soon as he found him, doing something to MC's phone so he couldn't call or message him, luckily the cameras worked in the apartment so he knew was still safe.
As he was typing he felt something hit the side of his head, turning to where it came from, he saw is 'supervisor', Vanderwood.
"What are you doing?" He was staring at the screen the red head was typing on, carefully reading the code.
Sliding back into the chair, he smiled at the agent "Hello Madam! Did your walk allow you to cool your hot head?"
Vanderwood ignored his question "What's this, it looks like tracking, IP's, the call history of the entire city, this isn't the work you're supposed to do"
Seven slid down his chair even more, his eyes barley able to see his keyboard "I'm having fun, what else?" His smile stayed stuck on his face, annoying he agent further as he glanced at him "I'm tracking a call, someone called me and hung up, I'm gunna prank em when I find em!"
Vanderwood glared at him, hand itching for his taser gun "No one besides the agency and that RFA has your number, you never give your number out you introvert…" He turned back to the screen, rereading what was on it.
Looking back to Seven, Vanderwood scowled "Work" Turning around he walked away, most likely to grab himself some coffee.
Sighing, Seven went back to typing, or we would have, if his phone hadn't buzzed. Picking it up he saw it was an RFA chatroom with Jumin inside, just Jumin.
Turning his screen to the apartments cameras he saw MC sitting on the couch presumably annoyed with his phone, he could tell because the male was violently shaking it. Seven found a way to laugh at that, it wasn't often, or at all, that he'd seen MC annoyed.
He could sometimes tell when MC was annoyed in the chatroom because his messages would be short and straight to the point, annoyance seemed to also be one of the only time he used the messengers different text functions like Italics or Bold.
But, it was funny seeing him annoyed, he didn't seem to show any other emotion besides joy or curiosity in the chatroom.
Seven watched as MC stopped shaking the poor device and settled with glaring at it. It gave the red head the idea of creating a team consisting of himself.
Device Police!
Smiling, he entered the chatroom, determined to get a new sponsor for his idea!
707 has entered the chatroom
707: WEEE WOOO
707: WEEE WOOO
707: WEEE WOOO
Jumin: I hate this to be my first words to you but
Jumin: Please do not hog the chatroom with your nonsense…
707: Jumin! Jumi-the-CEO-In-line!
707: Master Seven needs help with a new project
707: And Master Seven had chosen… you!
Jumin: *… emoji*
Jumin: I know I will regret this but… what is this new project of yours?
707: I knew you'd be interested! No one can resist Master Seven!
Jumin: I can
Jumin has left the chatroom
707: HUH?!
Jumin has entered the chatroom
Jumin: Nonsense aside, I am curious, but first, how have you been?
707: Usual, hacking this is that company, I see profits raising in C&Rs future~
707: Should I invest in my 68th stock share?
Jumin: Though I cannot control you, I doubt anyone can, I would prefer it if you didn't hack into C&R
707: So I talked about how I'm doing, onto my business idea!
For the next few minutes Seven spoke to Jumin about the Device Police, providing surprisingly detailed information about his team. He, Seven, would create a program to monitor all the RFAs, and C&Rs user's phones, checking them 365-24-7 for any problems such as viruses or malware.
Along with their condition, say for example… the owner was violently shaking the phone around, he would drive to their home and take the phone into protective phone custody.
Sadly, Jumin declined the idea as soon as C&R was mentioned, by his words he 'did not want to give him legal permission to snoop through company customers private devices'. So, Seven changed the idea, making it just the RFA, Jumin redirected him to V as he would have the final say in that.
After continually promoting his idea to Jumin, the executive threatened to leave the chatroom if he didn't have anything meaningful to say. In response to that, he asked why Jumin was in the chatroom.
Apparently Jumin played in the sand, or not as the business man corrected him saying he played golf in the sand, playing golf, playing in, it was all the same to Seven. But as the conversation continued, Seven found himself less interested in what was being spoken about, Jumin wanted to build a golf course in the desert…
The hacker, despite his nature, protested the idea, he recounted and told Jumin the tale of one of his missions, Operation: Sand In Eye, as he called it, his agency filed it as 707-Task #100.
He was given the task of stealing information from a group of smugglers in the Sahara Desert, and of course, when he went, there was a sand storm. When he tried to run back into the helicopter, they pushed him out and left, leaving him in the sand storm.
Seven made sure not to say anything about what he did on the mission itself in detail, for Jumin's sake, and left it there, five hours spent wondering the desert in a sand storm. What a way to celebrate his 100th mission…
Jumin said he'd order him a cake if he wanted but took back the offer when Seven asked for a cake in the shape of Elizabeth 3rd.
Jumin: I've said it six times in the last three minutes, that's twice per minute Luciel
Jumin: I will not get you a cake in Elizabeth 3rd's greatness
707: Can I get Elly instead~?
Jumin: No
Jumin: If we are finished in our talks here, I have other business to attend to
707: WAIT!
707: Master Seven has a question for you!
Jumin: And it is?
707: Does Jumin Han Is Gay?
Jumin has left the chatroom
707: I will get my answer one day!
707: Well I have things I should be doing so…
707: …..
707: …..
707 has left the chatroom
Seven was sat in his desk chair, his back against the… no, he was slid half off the chair, his head barley just halfway up the backrest, his amber eyes dry from staring at the monitor.
It had a while since his chat with Jumin, maybe 20 minutes?
Anyhow, he hadn't been working at all since he slipped in his chair and went to sitting the way he currently was.
"Why are you sitting like that? You can't type in that position" Seven turned his head to see Vanderwood scowling at him, he sometimes wondered in the agent was born scowling. Shuddering, he blinked a couple of times, trying to erase the image of a blood covered baby Vanderwood from his mind.
Focusing his eyes back on the agent he replied, "I can type" The red head lifted his hands and began typing on air, the amused smile on his face not found on his superiors.
"No, you can't, sit up straight or I'll make you" His scowl darkened as he cracked one of his knuckles.
His face paling, Seven sat up in his chair "Alright, alright no need to hurt my pretty face" Vanderwood's face did not change, if anything, his eye twitched.
His scowled lessened as Seven sat in a proper manner, but still to his dismay, Seven was not working "I'll cut you some slack on this because you don't know how much trouble we are truly in… you know the X-Pile?"
Seven sighed and turned to his computer, scrolling through the work he had done, a whole 59 lines…
"You know, the small competitor agency that disappeared a few years ago?" Seven nodded but stayed staring at the same lines of text "Well…" Vander said exasperated "their last client is the one you aren't doing the work for, the reason these guys were their last clients? They didn't make the deadline"
Seven mummed in confusion "How late were they?"
"They were late by… one minute"
Seven paled more than he did when he was threatened mere seconds ago, peering around his chair he stared at Vanderwood, eyes wide in shock "What…?"
Vanderwood nodded solemnly, remembering when he first heard of the agencies fate, he didn't want to use fear to make Seven work but… sometimes it was needed.
Glancing left to right, Seven looked Vanderwood in the eye before turning back to his monitor, sitting in the seat once again, once in place, he went limp, arms falling to his sides, one hitting the arm rest but he didn't react to it.
Confused, the long-haired male looked at him strange "Zero Seven?" He got no response. Sighing he kicked the back of the chair, he got a quiet murmur of discomfort but nothing else.
Frustrated he stepped forward and with both hand on the chair, shook it as much as he could, Seven flopped forward, forehead barley touching his legs. Vanderwood's eye twitched once again but instead of getting angry and doing what he wanted to do, taser the agent in front of him, he backed off, pulled a small white box from the pocket of his leather hide jacket.
"Fine" He said stubbornly "I'm going out for a smoke… please do work while I'm gone, if not for your life, do it for mine" With that he pulled a cigarette out of the white box before making his way to Seven's garage.
Lifting his head, Seven looked around the room before sighing happily, he hated it that he always watched him like a hack waiting to devour its prey… hmm devour…
The thought made his stomach grumble, he hadn't had lunch yet, or breakfast for that matter, unless Honey Buddha Chips counted for both, which, they did.
Figuring he'd just beg Vanderwood to get him some food later, he turned to his computer "May as well use this time of peace to check the RFA server…" Typing on the keyboard to his right, connected to a separate monitor above it, statuses appeared.
GodSeven-UltimateFirewall: Active
ActiveMembers: 707 - V - Jumin Han - Zen - Jaehee Kang - Yoosung- MC
OnlineMembers: N/A
LastLogin: 34 minutes ago
Subconsciously nodding his head, Seven turned the screen to the apartments CCTV cameras, more specifically, the camera outside the front door. Even though he could just use the camera implanted in the wall on the living room and MC would never know, he felt the need to give him his privacy. Which was rich coming from a person who's job it was to invade peoples' privacy.
Seeing nothing on the footage, the last movement detected by the camera being a bug that crawled over the lens, he closed the surveillance screen, opting to check the apartments internals.
Opening some logs, he looked at when the front door was last used, about two hours ago, nothing out of the ordinary, MC did tend to show his drawing to the hallway camera around that time.
Now onto the alarm system... it wasn't that he didn't trust MC to not snoop inside the drawers of the apartment and break the one request V asked of him, he did trust the brunette, a lot actually, but… it was still required of him to check if they were working fine. And they were.
Now onto his greatest work, the apartments Special Security System, or, the 'S.S.S Rika' as he called it. He couldn't exactly remember why he called it that… maybe it was from that one island he saw that reminded him of Rika when he on a mission?
Wait… was his memory getting faulty again? He could have sworn he… never called it the S.S.S Rika ever in his life… He'd remember to make a note reminding him to go to the agency to see a doctor or something later…
Anyways!
Back to checking on the system!
Scrolling to the most recent log, he scanned the data, it all looked the same but… different… Checking the access log, he saw two multiple edits, the most recent being himself but the others being… some outside source…
"Last edited… a couple hours ago, this morning…" He started reading the logs at a faster pace but still able to absorb it all just fine.
Backing away from the screen, Seven ran a hand through his hair "Someone restarted the system last night… that's when the biggest change occurred…"
"How did someone hack into the system and messed with everything! Not only…" He read the info again "Sent emails, alerts, texts… this is the hacker who led MC to Rika's apartment"
Seven pulled up a text conversation between MC and an Unknown.
Unknown
It'll be really fun this time
Be a good little boy and stay there
I'll go get you soon
Seven shuttered, the message creeping him out. From the logs, MC saw and read this text as well, why didn't he tell him about it then?!
He felt the low anger he had MC instantly fizzle away as he thought back to the Special Security System.
"MC, he's in danger!"
Grabbing his phone, he opened the messenger.
OnlineMembers: 707 – MC
LastLogin: Just now
707 has entered the chatroom
MC has entered the chatroom
707: MC!