2009-12-17: Not Burning Bridges

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Date: December 17, 2009

Summary:

Rebel seeks out Prometheus in Cyberland… things don't go great…


"Not Burning Bridges"

Cyberspace

It's been an unusually quiet week at the orphanage and Micah has spent it rebelling despite Charlotte's best efforts — or at least, semi-rebelling; he's been trying to find Monica, and while he knows that Molly could easily find his cousin, he hasn't resorted to using her that way. Not yet, anyways. Although, he is getting slightly more desperate.

He's found his way to this particular PC before and so the search is (slightly) easier than the first time he'd stumbled upon Prometheus' PC. On said PC he opens a text file and types,

<Rebel: PROMETHEUS? YOU THERE?

Still on the way from New York, Gene has yet another person talk to him. Hey, it makes a long trip shorter and it makes him feel like the time in transit isn't wasted. The Laptop is pulled out when his PDA alerts him to an incoming communication. Flipping up the monitor, Gene sees the familiar username. Giving a smirk, he begins to type.

<Prometheus: Yeah, I'm here. What's up?

The sweet sweet taste of success. Micah grins at the answer. He stretches his neck and then settles into the desk he's sitting at in his small room. He hmmms to himself at his request, but shrugs a bit. People need to help each other in such desperate times, right? Finally he types.

<Rebel: I'M LOOKING FOR SOMEONE. I HAVEN'T BEEN ABLE TO FIND HER, AND SHE DOESN'T APPEAR TO BE IN THE CUSTODY OF THE EVIL EMPIRE…

<Prometheus: I can see what I can do. Unless it's one of my connections, there isn't much I can offer. Who you looking for?

<Rebel: MONICA DAWSON.

<Prometheus: No idea who she is. Send me a picture, maybe if I see her, I'll point her to you.

<Prometheus: Oh, need your help on something. Apparently, there was some sort of killing of FBI agents in New York. They went after a mentally unstable Evolved and a friend of mine. I'm trying to handle things on my end, see if I can do something about this woman, but I need to see what the Government knows on this and if they are planning on ramping things up as a result.

Micah hmmms at the response and shakes his head slightly, but he quickly sends a file to Prometheus' computer — a photo of his beloved cousin. However, the next bit of news causes his eyebrows to furrow.

<Rebel: WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE? NO KILLING! THE TRAIN RESCUE WAS BAD ENOUGH. NO MORE. SOME THINGS ARE JUST RIGHT WHILE OTHERS ARE WRONG. KILLING IS WRONG.

He had fully planned on referring Prometheus to Sierra.

<Prometheus: I am fully aware of the 'no killing' policy, as most of my weaponry and tricks are non-lethal in nature. Hense my desire to get to the bottom of this. I am trying to organize these people, but I figured if there was someone that understood the difficulties in getting everyone on the same page, it would be you.

The mention of killing has put Micah into a tirade as he madly searches through every file he can find on Prometheus' computer. Sure, Prometheus had helped take down Pinehearst, but the killing… the mention of the killing. Despite the search, he types rather slowly,

<Rebel: WHAT DO YOU MEAN I WOULD UNDERSTAND? MY PEOPLE DON'T KILL UNLESS ABSOLUTELY NECESSARY. IF WE KILL, THEY WILL RETALIATE.

<Prometheus: What part of 'I AM AWARE OF THE NO KILLING POLICY' do we not understand?! I have not killed a soul nor do I encourage it.

There is a pause as Rebel looks through his machine. He will find that suddenly most of the files are removed. Gene disconnects the removable harddrive. It was meant for hacker. While Rebel's skill allows him to get a few files on Christmas Lists, odd notes for various devices, there is little that suggests killing people or the like. Growling faintly, Gene types into his machine.

<Prometheus: I have had a long day, please do not push me.

Micah blinks. Prometheus has had a long day?! Seriously!

<Rebel: …

<Rebel: …..

<Rebel: SERIOUSLY. SERIOUSLY?!

There's another pause as the teenage angst builds on the other side of the computer.

<Rebel: I LOST MY PARENTS JUST MONTHS AGO… THEY DIDN'T GET WHAT THEY DESERVED! EVER. I HELPED STAGE AN ENMASSE REBELLION. I GOT ENTRAPPED BY MY OWN AUNT! I ENDED UP IN GOVERNMENT CUSTODY WITH A TUBE IN MY NOSE AND AN IV IN MY ARM. MY COUSIN IS MISSING. I HAD A CRUSH CALL ME A CREEPER. AND I TURNED FOURTEEN LAST WEEK AND NO ONE NOTICED OR CARED BECAUSE MY PARENTS ARE DEAD AND THINGS ARE BEYOND CHAOTIC. DON'T TELL ME ABOUT LONG DAYS. THIS HAS BEEN A FREAKIN' LONG FOUR MONTHS.

<Prometheus: I'm sorry that you had it rough, but trust me when I say it's been far from a walk in the park for me either. Do you really want to get into a contest for who has had the crapper life? If so, just ask me, I'll dole some stuff out for you beginning with the past and going to the present. …But either way, right now? I'm the closest thing to an honest superhero, which should be just as scary to you as it is to me. Now if you'd rather label me a killer and try and screw me over? Fine, enjoy your little 'rebellion' on your own. I talk with you because I figured you'd have better things to do with your time than alienate allies.

Still irritated, Micah begins to close the laptop, but stops himself midway. The rebellion needs help, but how can there be any trust when people are being killed? His lips curl downwards as he types.

<Rebel: FINE, I'LL LOOK INTO THE FBI-AGENT STUFF. THEY CAN'T TRACK ME, BUT THINGS HAVE BECOME VAGUE FILE-WISE. INFORMATION THAT USED TO BE THERE IS MISSING.

<Rebel: THERE'S SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO HELP. HER NAME IS SIERRA. SHE CAN MAKE HERSELF LOOK OR SOUND LIKE ANYONE AND SHE'S IN THE NY AREA. I TOLD HER I WOULD PASS ON HER INFORMATION. I THINK SHE'S LEGIT. SHE SAW THE REBEL VIDEO AND KNEW MY FRIEND FEATURED IN IT — WANTED TO CHECK ON HER.

After he types the message, he sends along Sierra's contact information.

<Prometheus: Good. I'll try and see if I can control this killer. She's a powerful telekinetic, so if it gets rough… It'll be rough. As for the person that wants to help… Huh, I've seen her before. I know someone that can control illusions. Those two together seems like a nice natural set.

Gene sighs, figuring that he narrowly avoided the 'Burned Bridges' he warned Tracy about. Christmas isn't supposed to be stuff like this, it really isn't.

<Prometheus: Anything else you need?

<Rebel: DON'T THINK SO. JUST LOOK OUT FOR MONICA IF YOU CAN. I HAVE THIS FRIEND WHO COULD FIND HER FOR ME IF I ASKED, BUT GIRLS DON'T SEEM TO LIKE BEING USED LIKE THAT AND THEY'RE SENSITIVE ABOUT STUFF LIKE HAVING THEIR INFORMATION AND COMMUNICATIONS WATCHED.

Micah sighs before he he shakes his head at the screen.

<Rebel: IF I NEED ANYTHING ELSE, I'LL BE IN TOUCH. REBEL OUT.

After typing the last phrase, he snaps the laptop shut and sighs before hopping off the chair towards the kitchen to find something to eat — the joy of growth spurts!

As Gene finds that the connection is severed, he closes his own laptop and looks out the window, finding the signs 'Welcome to New York' there to greet him. "Maybe I shoulda listened to Tiago," the young man says with a grunt as he slouches a bit more into his seat.

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