Mega:Secret Headquarters:Morons and Childs Play
Sipping on his coffee resignedly, Mega continued to watch things unfold, curiously obsessed with finding out what was going on exactly. It was when Melvin informed him that some suspect had escaped the grip of the Mall Rats and their Militia and they were searching for him that Mega began to put the pieces together. So, someone had caught that Zapper who had killed a Stingray with a nonissued weapon, and he'd gotten away, "Incompetent fools," he said quietly to himself, under his breath, with a sharp s sound through his teeth. Leaning back in the chair he crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his eyebrow, watching as a crowd began to gather outside of the Mall.
"What's this now?" he asked himself in that same quiet tone, leaning in once more, was that Macon? "What are you doing," he began, his voice growing increasingly louder, "you idiot!" Mega scrambled to get the microphones on, "I want the audio online, NOW!" he cried to the Techno's behind him, "Get Sector 10 fired up immediatly, the Mall audio, come on, snap to!" Before he could blink the audio was blaring into the room, and then it was being tweaked and even the air was quiet, no one dared breathe while Mega listened to this conversation.
"You may be the corrupt City Leader, but you don't rule over me or my Tribe, and the Stingrays would say the same I'm sure. We will fight each other because you don't know what it's like, just because you don't understand doesn't mean it's not a good thing. We ain't havin none of this, and hey, if it ain't accessable anymore, what makes you think they care to be "cured" of reality space sickness? What makes you think any of them ain't fightin simply because they want to and your "law" don't mean jack to them?"
Mega stood up, banging his fist against the desk and marching over to the wall of monitors, "Get Macon in here straight away," he growled, scanning the crowd with Salene for the boy, if Mega found him and got his hands on him, he'd be able to use him as leverage to get on the good side of the Mall Rats again, the only reason he had fallen out of their good graces was because he'd disappeared. They trusted him, but he couldn't just show up out of the blue, he'd have to have a reason, and getting them to believe that he was working with them, instead of using them, would be no easy task.
He was entranced by the monitors when a siren warning went off, quiet, but distinct, and Mega walked firmly to his chair and sat down, "What is this?" he demanded in his quiet way. Someone was hacking into the network! "Who in the world..." he gulped, was it Ram? He'd be able to get in within moments, and figure out Mega was here, running his outfit, oh he'd be so mad. Mega watched for a moment, trying to figure out who this was, they knew far too many tricks to be just any old virt, they were trained in Techno protocol, they knew the software, even though Mega had made adjustments and improvements on it. It couldn't be Ram, they'd passed up too many easy ins and were attacking more complicated areas, they were either somewhat stupid and didn't know what they'd just stumbled upon, or it was Ram and he was challenging himself for sport. Gulping again, Mega glanced at the monitor then to the programs, and began typing in a counter attack, if he could get into their system, he could figure out who it was and whether they were a threat or not.
"What's this now?" he asked himself in that same quiet tone, leaning in once more, was that Macon? "What are you doing," he began, his voice growing increasingly louder, "you idiot!" Mega scrambled to get the microphones on, "I want the audio online, NOW!" he cried to the Techno's behind him, "Get Sector 10 fired up immediatly, the Mall audio, come on, snap to!" Before he could blink the audio was blaring into the room, and then it was being tweaked and even the air was quiet, no one dared breathe while Mega listened to this conversation.
"You may be the corrupt City Leader, but you don't rule over me or my Tribe, and the Stingrays would say the same I'm sure. We will fight each other because you don't know what it's like, just because you don't understand doesn't mean it's not a good thing. We ain't havin none of this, and hey, if it ain't accessable anymore, what makes you think they care to be "cured" of reality space sickness? What makes you think any of them ain't fightin simply because they want to and your "law" don't mean jack to them?"
Mega stood up, banging his fist against the desk and marching over to the wall of monitors, "Get Macon in here straight away," he growled, scanning the crowd with Salene for the boy, if Mega found him and got his hands on him, he'd be able to use him as leverage to get on the good side of the Mall Rats again, the only reason he had fallen out of their good graces was because he'd disappeared. They trusted him, but he couldn't just show up out of the blue, he'd have to have a reason, and getting them to believe that he was working with them, instead of using them, would be no easy task.
He was entranced by the monitors when a siren warning went off, quiet, but distinct, and Mega walked firmly to his chair and sat down, "What is this?" he demanded in his quiet way. Someone was hacking into the network! "Who in the world..." he gulped, was it Ram? He'd be able to get in within moments, and figure out Mega was here, running his outfit, oh he'd be so mad. Mega watched for a moment, trying to figure out who this was, they knew far too many tricks to be just any old virt, they were trained in Techno protocol, they knew the software, even though Mega had made adjustments and improvements on it. It couldn't be Ram, they'd passed up too many easy ins and were attacking more complicated areas, they were either somewhat stupid and didn't know what they'd just stumbled upon, or it was Ram and he was challenging himself for sport. Gulping again, Mega glanced at the monitor then to the programs, and began typing in a counter attack, if he could get into their system, he could figure out who it was and whether they were a threat or not.