Written while Livejournal was struggling with a ddos attack.
"Bullshit. I refuse to believe you have a fan club on the extranet."
Zaeed leaned back in his chair. "Why should I give a shit whatyou believe? S'no skin off my ass."
Jack sneered. "You're just an old man making up shitty stories."
The merc laughed. "Old just means I've survived longer than you, kid. I'm damn good at it."
"Whatever, gramps. Doesn't have anything to do with you being 'famous on the extranet.'" She stalked off.
He shook his head and pulled Jesse across his knees, stroking the old rifle. "Her loss," he said to the gun, "Now she'll never hear about that time I fought my way through three back-to-back denial-of-service attacks in one day." He sighed. "Blood and routers everywhere. Good times, good times."