Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26414442-20150506015955/@comment-25686329-20150514015752

The Yankee had pushed the fact that Sammy had dubious allies out of his head, that he knew about who that camera belonged to but didn't step forward. The Yankee was already acessing as much data as he could. School Records, MirrorNet pages, everything.

Oh, dear Author, it was her.

He didn't know her by name, certainly not by face, he knew her by hacking signature. She was a nasty little troll, a wrench in most of his eDealings, though she left no trail, clues or hints, and her firewall (it pained the Yankee to admit this) was nigh uncrackable.

Of course, the fact that the little iDevil and Trishia were one and them same wasn't explicitly mentioned; why would it be? The Yankee knew from the way this girl spoke, from the way she carried herself, that (in his words) 'the boil on the heel of digital progress' and this girl had to be two sides of the same coin.

"Uhm, every chance." The Yankee said, a hard note in his voice. "...and I'm gonna be damned if the rest of the Epics are getting involved in this..."

The second statement wasn't as steeped in conquest, in fact, it contained an emotion that sounded very much like concern, though knowing the Yankee it was probably feigned to prevent this from becoming anything less than a personal vendetta.

However, there was one person he actually considered to be helpful, not utterly useless; that said, he secretly might have wanted her alongside him.

"How's your thirst for 'messy revenge', Jane?" He said, looking over his shoulder at the lady pirate.

The Yankee hoped Trish was listening. He hoped she could hear every single bloody word... and he hoped she knew that Jane and him, possibly the most foul-mouthed, hardened, self-crusading Rebels ever, were coming for her motherfriggin' head if she did anything buy destroy that data.