Yet something feels wrong [in progress]
WHO: Alastair and Saitou
WHERE: the Hell Towers Japanese Bachelor Pad
WHEN: right about now! aka Wednesday evening
WARNINGS: nah
SUMMARY: Alastair successfully(?) hacked the Major's systems and got away with a lot of information he doesn't know what to do with. The only person he can trust with this is...Saitou. No really.
FORMAT: knowing us, para
Alastair drifted out of his room carrying his laptop, closed, under his arm. This was getting to be a problem, he had stewed over it for a week at least and finally came to the conclusion that he had to tell somebody. Somebody who might, in the grand scheme, know better than him what to do about it. Stark was too much of an authority figure, and he didn't know how well "oh hi I hacked some Nazis" would go over with the boss. The police, well...Alastair didn't dislike the cops but he had no reason to place his trust in them, especially after what happened with Saitou. And thus, he thought of Saitou.
Even if the older man didn't have a modern guy's computer savvy, he probably understood the value of spying and coming into valuable information from the enemy. He would know what to do with it. Most of the names in the files were of people long since ported out - or in Starscream's case, killed. Alastair had definitely fretted over the video footage of Soundwave wreaking havoc in the HIVE, but he remembered that that was over a year ago and the Cybertronian he considered a friend had changed. However, there was stuff in there that he probably shouldn't just sit on and pretend he didn't know. Rimmer's being ported out just days ago sealed it. Alastair needed to make a move.
Now, if he could just get a minute with Saitou without Bakura or even Kiryu overhearing...
WHERE: the Hell Towers Japanese Bachelor Pad
WHEN: right about now! aka Wednesday evening
WARNINGS: nah
SUMMARY: Alastair successfully(?) hacked the Major's systems and got away with a lot of information he doesn't know what to do with. The only person he can trust with this is...Saitou. No really.
FORMAT: knowing us, para
Alastair drifted out of his room carrying his laptop, closed, under his arm. This was getting to be a problem, he had stewed over it for a week at least and finally came to the conclusion that he had to tell somebody. Somebody who might, in the grand scheme, know better than him what to do about it. Stark was too much of an authority figure, and he didn't know how well "oh hi I hacked some Nazis" would go over with the boss. The police, well...Alastair didn't dislike the cops but he had no reason to place his trust in them, especially after what happened with Saitou. And thus, he thought of Saitou.
Even if the older man didn't have a modern guy's computer savvy, he probably understood the value of spying and coming into valuable information from the enemy. He would know what to do with it. Most of the names in the files were of people long since ported out - or in Starscream's case, killed. Alastair had definitely fretted over the video footage of Soundwave wreaking havoc in the HIVE, but he remembered that that was over a year ago and the Cybertronian he considered a friend had changed. However, there was stuff in there that he probably shouldn't just sit on and pretend he didn't know. Rimmer's being ported out just days ago sealed it. Alastair needed to make a move.
Now, if he could just get a minute with Saitou without Bakura or even Kiryu overhearing...