From:[email protected]
Subject: Bike return
Date: March 4, 2016 00:24
I’ve requested answers regarding the bike. I have yet to hear from you. I will have to proceed without the pertinent information if I don’t have a response within 24 hours.
I frowned at the tone of the email. What the hell? We had left it that I would look into Virtuant. I hadn’t been aware that Toxicwrath had a deadline.
What was going on?
I fired up the IRC client and found the hidden chat room quickly.
00:30 What’s with the time limit?
I jumped right to the point. I was feeling touchy. I didn’t appreciate the demanding tone my anonymous assistant had adopted.
00:30 Ready to get started. Did you have a look?
I ran my hand down my face, sighing noisily to an empty room.
00:31 No. I had other things to do tonight.
00:31 More important than the mission?
I could feel the sarcasm from here. Condescension raised my hackles.
My fingers all but smashed into the keyboard in my irritation.
00:32 It was part of the mission. An integral part. One that you suggested.
I ground my teeth, watching the screen, waiting for the response. I didn’t like having to explain myself. I wasn’t used to it. Being solitary, it wasn’t something I had a lot of practice in.
The problem with having a partnership.
00:32 We are a team. I need the details.
I clenched and unclenched my fingers.
We were a team. But only so far.
Mason wasmine. He had nothing to do with Toxicwrath.
I wouldn’t share him.
I wouldn’t shareus.
00:33 Why the rush on Virtuant?
I changed the subject, giving Toxicwrath nothing.
00:34 There’s a program we want. No time like the present.
I didn’t like the vagueness. Not when it came to an attack. I needed more details.
00:35 I need more than this. Why Virtuant? What have they done?
