08-10-2016, 04:36 PM
When Sage arrived at the three story building with red neon letters claiming it to be "The Den" the cops were just pulling up. Sage smiled happily to himself as he wandered in the direction of the man just getting out of his vehicle.
"Mr. Parker. I assumed the message was urgent and you are just now arriving?"
Sage grinned. "I received notice and locked everything down remotely. There is no need for my constant presence."
Sage started for the double doors leading into the first cafe. Sergeant Strong followed with two other men. Everything outside was normal as could be expected with the cops showing up outside the front doors. No one was panicking, that was a good thing.
The man lounging outside the doors separating the two cafe's stood up and opened the hidden door and Sergeant Strong laughed but said nothing. "In here gentleman. I'm sure you will find your offender quite easily."
The black lights made Galaga look like you were on acid as the tiny little aliens shimmied down the wall that usually kept some sort of show running, but the network was down, and there was nothing but Galaga on any machine but one. No one was doing anything illegal. Everyone was playing a silly game. And everyone acted as if they were thoroughly enjoying it once they saw the badges walk in behind Sage.
The men in blue took r3x away in cuffs. The video was finally turned off and the images of a child under r3x's guidance was no longer being molested. Seriously stupid to leave proof anywhere anyone in his line of work could find.
Once the officers left and the doors closed Sage broadcast a message to the collective.
Ph453r: Try to breech my server and you see the penalty.
Sage left the cafe through the stairwell that lead up to the residences. Most who used that cafe stayed at the Den. Others used it hourly or paid for unlimited monthly access and lived elsewhere. Either which way they paid Sage for his protection and he granted them their privacy to a degree. He didn't act on the information he found unless they made him their enemy.
Second and third floor were laid out in studio style apartments except for one area - where Sage himself lived. It was a regular studio style apartment with one exception, he had the only access to the server that ran the collectives protection and his home.
It was the only place where Sage truly felt home, even his comfortable apartment with the large windows, the Egyptian cotton bed sheets on an luxurious mattress didn't compare to the server room. It was grand.
Sage kicked off his shoes and locked his door. The walked into the server room and the door whooshed open letting out a mass of cold air. It was the one thing that Sage disliked about the server room. It was cold. But once he jacked in, there was nothing to compare it too.
A soft blue light covered the walls and were the only light source in the room. The server stood off to the side of the room with plenty of circulating air. They ran massive amounts of power and they could overheat instantly if the cooling ever failed. It was a painstaking chore, but Sage's ability to monitor it remotely made it at least tolerable.
Sage removed the wireless connection and set it neatly on the white table in a satin lined cedar box. The world felt smaller. He could feel his hands start to shake, his steps were slower than usual as he made the short walk to the center of the room where the wired connection lay. His fingers fumbled with the small connector as he sought the port behind his left ear. The connector finally found it's home and Sage felt the power of the server rush through his system, it was better than any drug.
Edited by Sage, Aug 10 2016, 04:44 PM.
"Mr. Parker. I assumed the message was urgent and you are just now arriving?"
Sage grinned. "I received notice and locked everything down remotely. There is no need for my constant presence."
Sage started for the double doors leading into the first cafe. Sergeant Strong followed with two other men. Everything outside was normal as could be expected with the cops showing up outside the front doors. No one was panicking, that was a good thing.
The man lounging outside the doors separating the two cafe's stood up and opened the hidden door and Sergeant Strong laughed but said nothing. "In here gentleman. I'm sure you will find your offender quite easily."
The black lights made Galaga look like you were on acid as the tiny little aliens shimmied down the wall that usually kept some sort of show running, but the network was down, and there was nothing but Galaga on any machine but one. No one was doing anything illegal. Everyone was playing a silly game. And everyone acted as if they were thoroughly enjoying it once they saw the badges walk in behind Sage.
The men in blue took r3x away in cuffs. The video was finally turned off and the images of a child under r3x's guidance was no longer being molested. Seriously stupid to leave proof anywhere anyone in his line of work could find.
Once the officers left and the doors closed Sage broadcast a message to the collective.
Ph453r: Try to breech my server and you see the penalty.
Sage left the cafe through the stairwell that lead up to the residences. Most who used that cafe stayed at the Den. Others used it hourly or paid for unlimited monthly access and lived elsewhere. Either which way they paid Sage for his protection and he granted them their privacy to a degree. He didn't act on the information he found unless they made him their enemy.
Second and third floor were laid out in studio style apartments except for one area - where Sage himself lived. It was a regular studio style apartment with one exception, he had the only access to the server that ran the collectives protection and his home.
It was the only place where Sage truly felt home, even his comfortable apartment with the large windows, the Egyptian cotton bed sheets on an luxurious mattress didn't compare to the server room. It was grand.
Sage kicked off his shoes and locked his door. The walked into the server room and the door whooshed open letting out a mass of cold air. It was the one thing that Sage disliked about the server room. It was cold. But once he jacked in, there was nothing to compare it too.
A soft blue light covered the walls and were the only light source in the room. The server stood off to the side of the room with plenty of circulating air. They ran massive amounts of power and they could overheat instantly if the cooling ever failed. It was a painstaking chore, but Sage's ability to monitor it remotely made it at least tolerable.
Sage removed the wireless connection and set it neatly on the white table in a satin lined cedar box. The world felt smaller. He could feel his hands start to shake, his steps were slower than usual as he made the short walk to the center of the room where the wired connection lay. His fingers fumbled with the small connector as he sought the port behind his left ear. The connector finally found it's home and Sage felt the power of the server rush through his system, it was better than any drug.
Edited by Sage, Aug 10 2016, 04:44 PM.
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