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Post by Tobias Murakami on Aug 12, 2019 22:26:01 GMT -4
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Humidity hung in the air like an oppressive curtain, the collar of Tobias’s shirt sticking-- by virtue of a thin sheen of sweat-- to the back of his neck. It was an awful afternoon to really do much of anything, but especially any sort of pro-hero work. Yet here Tobias was, lingering at the edge of an assuming single-family home, beside a police cruiser while the men in blue cleared the property. The case file (if one could be so generous as to call it that) explained that this was an alleged drug house. They called upon Tobias specifically because, well, they expected that this group was in affiliation with the Kobayashi clan, a high-profile syndicate within the city. A group as high-profile at this demanded a high-profile, government-sanctioned investigator.
It demanded Tobias, the Informant-- much to his chagrin.
A pair of boots upon the pavement alerted Tobias to the return of the officers, and he lifted his gaze from his clipboard, beady hazel eyes scrutinizing them from beneath a thick bang of maroon hair.
“The property is clear, sir,” the officer advised him, “Remind me of your name, Mr. …?”
“I am The Informant,” Tobias advised him. While other heroes had elaborate suits and fancy names, Tobias was decidedly less ostentatious. He wore a simple business suit, a pair of prescription sunglasses, and the expression of one who was put-upon. He was altogether unremarkable, except for his stature. Just how he preferred it. People remembered heroes in garish outfits, but people would scarcely remember the Informant. It made the job easier.
“Ah,” the officer said, “Well- go ahead. The location is secure. We’ll remain on-site, should you need any support.”
This was said with a surrendered walkie-talkie. Tobias nodded his thanks, pocketting the device, and began to pad towards the house. The sooner he combed this house, the sooner he could leave. He ascended the porch, pulling rubber gloves on over his massive hands. He fished some shoe covers out of his pocket, and, once in the foyer, pulled these over his shoes. The air conditioner wasn’t running, which meant the house was even stuffier than it was outside. Tobias groaned to himself, sidling into the living room, off to the left. A second-floor balcony opened up onto the great room, which was furnished some dilapidated old furniture from the early 2000’s. How tacky.
Tobias stirred through the contents of a side table with the tips of his gloved fingers. Advertisements for the local supermarket… offers for wireless internet… nothing noteworthy. His eyes swept the living room, found a small dining room towards the back of the house. Various pipettes and tubing led from vials and other such sci-fi looking supplies. And, as Tobias approached, the acrid tang of drug-making hung in the air, singeing the hair of Tobias’s nostrils.
Well, there was no denying that they were making drugs here. Whether or not they were affiliated with the Kobayashi clan was yet to be seen. He’d need more conclusive evidence. Tobias raised his phone, snapped a picture of the set-up on the table. The man meandered into the kitchen, eyeing the hard water stains on the sink, the coating of sludge along the bottom of the sink pan. With a faint curl of the lip, he took a photo of the sink, removed a swab from his pocket, took a sample, pocketed it again. While the living room had been furnished, the kitchen was completely devoid of any indicator that anyone lived there. It was dreary and dark, no better than a cave.
Tobias lifted the sunglasses from his eyes, frowning in displeasure and squinting. He couldn’t see too well without prescription lenses. But it was to dimly lit for him to see well.
A faint thud upstairs snagged his attention, his head snapping in the direction of the sound. There had been two officers, and they were both outside. Did the… did the criminals keep pets? Tobias moved silently, unsheathing a heavy, metal flashlight from his hip. He wasn’t allowed to carry a gun, so this was all he had. He He followed the hall, staying out of the view of the balcony back towards the foyer. To the right, the stairs went up to bedrooms and, perhaps, an office. Something was definitely moving up there.
Tobias replaced his sunglasses, gaze trained on the upper floor. It was moving with intention. Rifling. Papers rustling. It had to be a person. But he hoped it wasn’t. He began to ascend the stairs. The sound seemed to be coming from a room at the far end of the hall, its door slightly ajar.
Tobias crouched, using his flashlight to nudge the door ever so slightly.
There was someone in there.
The hinges creaked.
Crap. Without thinking, Tobias raised to his full height-- which admittedly, was only just as tall as the figure within.
“I need you to desist!” Tobias boomed. He stood with his hand at his hip, a bluff, as if he had something worse than a flashlight at his disposal. His throat felt tight, but the rich baritone of his speech did not betray this, “Hands where I can see them, please.”
He was not a cop. He didn’t have police training. He was a detective, cuckolded by the government into going pro because of his reputation for activism. His hand that wasn’t lingering on the flashlight grasped blindly for his badge, a very official-looking thing.
“Would you mind telling me your business here? You are… not supposed to be here,” the redhead insisted. His mouth felt dry. Thankfully his scowl was one that few would contest.
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Post by Lucas Rydell on Aug 12, 2019 23:44:32 GMT -4
Lucas knew this was a bad idea but there wasn't exactly any other options. Climbing into a drug den in the early hours of the morning wasn't the first thing he would prefer to be doing after he woke up early this morning, but a 'tip' from a drug dealing thug last night was more than enough to convince him about the importance of this job. Nobody else had arrived yet, and it seemed like even the druggies running the operation was asleep or not arrived. Or at the very least, he couldn't hear anything from inside. Clinging to the back of the building, near the window, he heard nothing. After a few minutes of total silence, he finally allowed himself to peak around the corner and into the window. An empty room, filled to the brim with various drug-making supplies. Lucas's face twisted into an ugly frown as he placed a finger on the window.
"What a waste..." He whispered to himself, activating his quirk to slowly force the window to unlock and slide open with his thoughts. Focusing on clinging to the walls and using his quirk to do something else at the same time probably would have been more difficult for him back home in Sweden, before he began practicing with his quirk. At least right now there was no pressure, no one to amaze or intimidate. That always helped. Climbing inside the window, he slowly shut it behind him and looked around. Nobody made drugs without keeping documents about them. Every drug boss had a little notebook, something that said who owed what payments, and how much. Or at least, every one he had seen on television anyways, it only made sense.
Quietly, not knowing if anyone else was in the building, Lucas slowly began to look around touching almost nothing. The building seemed safe, but who knew when some random thug would arrive? Or even worse, be found sleeping in the building and shout for help? It was a complication he didn't need at the time, even if he was confident in his ability to smack down a few random hooligans probably high on drugs themselves. Still, it took almost no time at all from him exploring in that single room to find something interesting. A small outline tucked into the corner of the room's ceiling encouraged a smirk on his face.
"Bingo." Lucas walked over to and up the wall, slowly placing his hand on the rectangular outline. His eyes glowing bright glue, he pulled his hand down and opened up the hidden ladder up into the attic. Not even bothering to use the ladder, he simply climbed along the ceiling on his hands and knees and into the small room. Surprisingly, there wasn't much in here. A mattress that had certainly seen better days, a few beer bottles, some needles he didn't dare touch even with his suit on, as well as a computer in the corner that sat in front of a tiny window. Grinning to himself, he slowly pulled the ladder and trapdoor back into place as he hunched over the computer.
It was what he would have referred to as a Grandma's PC, but it was probably all these druggies dared spend on it. The desk it sat upon was rather dusty, but with tons of scrawling sticky notes among other junk. Ripping the hard drive straight out of the device was probably the best way to go, but luckily he didn't need to. It was still on, unlocked as well. Honestly, if this was what passed for villain security these days, he wouldn't be surprised. People would always make dumb mistakes, this time it just happened to be in his favor.
He wasted no time searching the computer's desktop, an absolute mess of text documents. There was no doubt some information, names he could get to use to apprehend the people actually spreading the drugs around the streets. Jackpot. It would just take some digging. Time he didn't want to spend standing in a stuffy attic, just waiting for anyone to arrive. It was time to retreat, grab an external hard drive from the closest store and return. His exit was rather swift, leaving the exact way he came in.
Unfortunately, it took nearly an entire three hours to even find an external hard drive in this part of town. With a groan, Lucas finally made his way back towards the building, crawling along the backside of the building hoping to just make the information gathering quick and head home for a genuine nap. However, as soon as he was about to head back inside the building, crawling up the wall once again, he heard voices. He mentally cursed, swearing at himself for taking so long. Not content to just chill on the back of the building until his chance was clear, he climbed onto the roof of the building when he finally saw the cop cars parked outside. No wonder, that thug he had apprehended must have spilled them the same information after his arrest.
Sighing heavily, Lucas slumped down on top of the building and waited. Eventually, they'd have to leave. Right? Or at least, so he told himself as he waited for hours, quickly growing bored. Next time, he was bringing a book on one of his stake outs. Just as he was about to head home and simply leave the police to their work, a cursory glance over the edge of the roof revealed that the cops inside had left the building. Not even noticing the strange new arrival in his haste to simply get this done, Lucas climbed back inside, leaving the window open this time for a quick escape.
Not even trying to be subtle this time, just quick, he opened up the attic and climbed up. Copying every file he could onto the hard drive, he was just about done when he heard a noise downstairs. Someone was climbing up the stairs. Cursing to himself once again, he impatiently waited the final few seconds to have every file he could before disconnecting the hard drive and leaping down into the room. Right before he could leave, even as he made his way over to the window, the door opened and a voice called out. Police, no doubt.
Freezing, Lucas turned around. His suit still fully covering his body from head to toe, hard drive gripped tightly in his right hand. It would be so easy to simply fall out the window, especially considering this oddly well-dressed man was only armed with a flashlight. And yet, running from the cops without even telling them you weren't the bad guy was only going to complicate things in the end. Letting out a deep breath, he raised his hands, backing up another step closer to the window.
"Well, I ain't exactly supposed to be anywhere, you know." He can't help but laugh, despite himself. Even looking face to face at what he could only assume to be a government official, a smirk formed on his hidden face. "But it ain't like the boys in blue give me much choice. If you must know, I was here first. Granted, that was hours ago, but oh what am I doing?" Without a single second of hesitation, admittedly growing a bit cocky, he instantly posed a rather overdramatic position. "Alter Ego Hero: Alt! Precisely two seconds from leaving!" And with that, he took another step back closer to the window.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Aug 17, 2019 13:15:42 GMT -4
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The muscle-bound redhead was honestly expecting this... rather robotic gentleman (if outward appearances were anything to go by)... to shoot at him with sci-fi-esque laser cannons. Or, God knew what, when it came to these costumed vigilante types. Tobias's gaze flicked to the man's clasped hands, searching for cannons from behind their darkened lenses.
Instead, he saw a hard-drive. Ah. Well, Tobias certainly couldn't allow him to leave with that, now could he? Tobias's gaze followed the hard-drive as the man raised his hands above his head. Whatever he had, had to be from the premises, which meant that it was sensitive information. The man backed-up marginally. Tobias drew closer.
A tinny, distinctly masculine voice broke from the metallic suit, cryptically remarking that they weren't supposed to be anywhere.
"That's an ambiguous declaration," Tobias retorted, relaxing marginally. Something about the compliance, the put-upon laugh-- the man didn't attack him outright or get belligerent. Which, seeing as Tobias was not the so-called "boys in blue" and was clearly unarmed (spare his flashlight), spoke well for the gentleman. That didn't change the fact that he was in some freaky robotic cosplay and was ambiguously either a vigilante or an unusually-polite yakuza.
Tobias cleared his throat, using his index and middle fingers to adjust the sunglasses on the bridge of his nose. The rambling explanation of how he was never given a chance, was there first, etc. was met by a deadpan stare. And when he struck his pose, Tobias arched a furrowed brow. Alter Ego Hero. That wasn't a name in the registry-- Tobias would know, he'd memorized it. Which meant that they were a vigilante.
"Let's not be too hasty, Alt," Tobias insisted, holding up a single, placating hand, "I am not a boy in blue, as you call them."
With his free hand, he rummaged into his pocket with the hand that was not raised in earnest, fishing-out what appeared to be a slim, black leather wallet. He opened the wallet, revealing the seal of a certified pro-hero, set in a metallic badge. The government had seen it necessary to bequeath one unto Tobias because, unlike those that he worked with, he was more behind-the-scenes.
"I am the Informant. You probably have not heard of me, but perhaps it is better that way, hm?" Tobias remarked lightly. He repocketted the badge. He took a few ponderous strides towards the window, keeping one hand in his pocket, and one at his side. He peered down. Bushes.
"Climbing out the window would be a... hassle for both of us, yes?" Tobias said, fixing "Alt" with a stare. A vague curl formed at the corners of his mouth in a very subtle smile, "Because then you would have to run, and I would have to chase you. And my comrades would have to chase and apprehend you! It would be a... kerfuffle. For lack of a better word."
There was probably a better word. But Tobias's mind was racing in every which direction, hot and confused. He wasn't any good at bluffing. He knew is cheeks were likely flushed, and sweat trickling down the back of his neck. All he had was some rusty martial arts, a rather incendiary quirk that could devour a bunch of the evidence if loosed, and definitely no mechanical super-suit at his disposal.
"A-and in all this heat, no less, and in your metal suit," Tobias continued. Now he was just rambling. He cleared his throat again, "I propose... that you give me your hard-drive, and we reconvene at a, erm, secondary location. The officers outside don't even know you're here, so it would be... quite easy. And I have no reason to back-out on that deal, assuming there's other copies of the files you currently possess... yes?"
His smile stretched a bit more and, in doing so, exposed some unease at the seams. He wasn't supposed to meet people in this capacity. Never like this. He talked to bystanders, maybe, but that was it. Never with masked vigilantes. Those damn police officers should have come inside with him, Tobias thought churlishly. But if his past experience with activism had taught him anything, it was that the relationship between the law and quirkers were strained at-best.
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Post by Lucas Rydell on Sept 10, 2019 0:47:18 GMT -4
Lucas couldn't resist the urge to smirk from behind his mask a little bit wider. A pro hero standing before him? Why that was definitely a bit better than working with the cops themselves. Most pro heroes currently seemed to either be vigilantes previously, or relatively new at their job. Dealing with him was certainly going to be easier to handle than dealing with any cops. Cops had protocol, heroes could make choices for what they thought was best. He simply stood there, hands on his hips as he waited for The Informant to continue speaking.
He locked eyes with him, unable to help but laugh as they mentioned a kerfuffle. Really? He didn't know this heroes quirk, but mobility didn't seem to be their style. After all, that suit of his certainly didn't seem to be used for combat. Not to mention his name. The Informant? That definitely wasn't a combat based hero, that seemed rather certain. However, erring on the side of caution, he simply leaned against the wall and raised an eyebrow from behind his mask. "Go on."
He had to admit, he wasn't expecting a proposal. He had been expecting an attempt at being apprehended, to be convinced to hand himself in and given the speech about how vigilantism wasn't legal, the whole shebang. Instead, he was basically being asked to make a deal. Nevermind the fact that there was still information up on the computer upstairs, The Informant wanted his hard drive. Judging by his rambling, he certainly didn't appear to know what he was doing. That unease in his smile told Lucas all that he needed to know. Holding the external hard drive with only one finger, his eyes glowed blue through the mask as it stuck to his finger. Raising it upwards, a quiet chuckle echoed out of his suit before he finally began to speak.
"Oh? Well now, ain't this a situation. And to think I just bought this too." Feeling confident this pro wasn't going to arrest him, Lucas simply grew comfortable. Leaning against the wall a bit more relaxed, propping his feet up beneath him to stick against the wall as well. "Now, you leave me with two choices, don't you? Either I run away with my knowledge, leaving you and the good ol' boys in blue in the dark..." Of course, nevermind the fact that all the data was still upstairs, but he didn't have to be aware of that just yet. "Or... We meet on my terms." Surely working with a vigilante was probably not something Pro's were supposed to do, but it admittedly did help his opinion of this strange hero. After all, most combat-oriented heroes like Red Horn might have simply attempted to swing at him just for being there. Perhaps... He could use this situation to his advantage. A pro hero willing to bend their own rules to work with him on this surely could be convinced to help on other situations as well. Or at least, so he hoped.
Slowly twirling the hard drive between his fingers, Lucas grinned once more as an idea popped into his head. "Tonight. Midnight exactly." He would hold out the hard drive, his excitement clearly audible on his voice despite the mask muffling him slightly. "Ueno Park. Alone. Near the Statue of Prince Komatsu Akihito." Of course, he didn't need to explain that was just the park where he had took a brief walk at the previous day. It would still suffice as a decent neutral ground. "I'll meet there and discuss, and I certainly expect my hard drive back." He would move to place the drive into Toby's hands, only to immediately slip over to the window, feet still clinging to the wall.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Oct 15, 2019 23:10:27 GMT -4
ALT IN A DAY'S WORK FROM BEHIND THE BLACKENED LENSES of his sunglasses, Tobias watched Alt lean against the wall. The newer, more stationary stance led to a slackening of shoulders on Tobias’s part. He hadn’t been aware that the tension had gone straight to his shoulders, but here he was, carrying tension. He tilted his head down marginally as Alt verbally navigated his options. He could run and, by his interpretation, leave The Informant and the policemen in the dark. That was… assuming he got away, of course. Or… a meeting on Alt’s terms.
“I’m listening,” Tobias trailed, lifting his chin.
Tonight at midnight, in Ueno Park. With that quintet of words, the hard drive was held out to the broad-shouldered man. He sounded altogether too chipper about the prospect of meeting. He wanted Tobias to be alone, under the statue of the prince, to speak with one another.
That was not a lot of time, particularly considering that he still had to process the scene. But… he could make a copy of the files on the hard-drive, secure the rooms here, and get what he needed before then.
Tobias took the hard-drive into his hands, his face unflinching.
Deep down, he couldn’t believe that the bluff had worked. The man had surrendered the hard-drive, just like that. And his only request was to meet him later, alone, and give the hard-drive back. Not tall orders at all.
“You have my word,” Tobias spoke plainly.
When he lifted his gaze, the man was gone.
However strange Alt’s departure was, what was stranger still was that, after finishing with the scene, bidding the officers goodnight, grabbing a bite to eat, and making a copy of the contents of the hard-drive, Tobias found his way to Ueno Park. He came unaccompanied, and he told no one of the meeting.
As it was night, now, he couldn’t wear his sunglasses. Instead, he wrapped a scarf around the lower half of his face, to keep the unseasonable night chill out, and had a fedora pulled low over his eyes. His stature, however, would make him immediately recognizable. He leaned against the statue, sharp green eyes cutting through the night in search of “Alt”.
Placing his trust in a man who, for lack of a better word, was breaking the law just by existing was an act of both good faith and serious foolishness on Tobias’s part. As such, some precautions were taken. He had scheduled a message to go out to the police department at 12:03 in the event that he was compromised or attacked, and thus unable to call for help. The message was an S.O.S. that would, upon being received, provide the recipient with his GPS location and a quick description of what he was doing.
Tobias checked his wristwatch. 11:56. No sign of Alt. He lowered his arm.
Disabling the automated S.O.S. was as easy as opening his phone and clicking “Cancel”. Which, if Alt likewise showed-up unaccompanied and posed no apparent threat, Tobias would readily disable.
For now, however, he leaned against the base of the statue of Prince Komatsu Akihito, his back to the base, his body facing outwardly. It wasn't that he didn't trust Alt, Tobias just didn't like having his back unprotected. Having a wall to his back, like having an automated message on his phone, was simply a precaution.
In the pocket of his overcoat, underneath his well-manicured hand, rested the hard-drive. But where was its owner?
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Post by Lucas Rydell on Oct 16, 2019 0:51:28 GMT -4
Lucas was nothing if not punctual. And that being said, he had been there for quite some time simply waiting. Having the entire day to simply prepare for this moment was definitely the right decision he made. If he got even the slightest hint that there was increased police security in the area, he'd simply pack up and move. And yet, he definitely didn't feel like moving in the slightest. He was comfortable. He had a warm drink in his hands, a laptop in front of him, and quiet alarm on his phone so that he didn't miss out. Sure, Farbucks in the park was a bit expensive for rather simply coffee, or at least simple compared to what he is used to, but it hit the spot relatively well. After the long day and night he had just had, having the time to just sit still and relax was one he'd relish completely.
Of course, he didn't sit there and simply watch shows on his laptop the entire time, although that was a part of it. Mostly, he had attempted to do some research on the pro-hero he had met and was planning to meet with zero luck. The Informant seemed to be a rather interesting case. Barely any publicity, certainly strange for a pro. Although, perhaps he was one of the types to prefer to be as hidden as possible to do his job effectively. It was a possibility, what with his name only attested to a few cases and barely any details to work with. He hummed to himself, biting into the muffin he had purchased in slight annoyance. This person was not just a total mystery to him, but it seemed like he was a mystery to the public at large as well. Settling himself in for the long haul, Lucas would make sure to purchase a drink every hour or two as he used their wifi and waited for the night to grow closer.
It was approximately 11:50, and Lucas was preparing himself. It was surprisingly easy to go and exchange his suit that he had stashed away on a building just outside the park. It wasn't as if people often checked the roofs, but to be safe he had covered it all with a tarp that seemed rather inconspicuous considering the other amounts of junk scattered across other rooftops. Regardless, sliding down the wall, he quickly made his way towards the entrance of the park. Of course people were still out and about in town, but as soon as he entered the wooded park where things were closed, there was nobody in sight. That is, asides from one individual who was resting right exactly where he was expected to be. The Informant.
Deciding to make a statement, he slowly made his way around the perimeter of the park to approach from behind the statue. Not only would it give him a short time to scope out the park to make sure no one else had hid around in the bushes and trees during his absence, but judge his awareness. If he was spotted, then that at least told him that he was perceptive. And that was infinitely more than what he knew, which was nothing.
Sneaking up to the best of his abilities, Lucas would simply lean against the back of the statue himself but from the other side. With a soft smile forming on his face, he spoke up almost immediately. Goodness, he lived for this kind of stuff. Secret meetings with pro-heroes at the middle of the night? It all felt so real, and yet so awesome at the same time. "You know, you look like you do this alot." A quiet chuckle would slip out of his mouth, only to press his feet against the large base of the statue and simply walk around, parallel to the ground. Was it a shamelessly display of his quirk on public property? Yes, without a doubt. But he was already technically breaking the law, surely this individual wouldn't mind a little bit of a show.
"So, did you find what you were looking for on that drive? Hmm? But first, tell me. You're in the information business, right? Judging by the name you go by, anyways." He would crouch down onto the wall of the base, which would certainly look strange from Tobias' point of view. "Who do you think apprehended the criminal that led to that building anyways? And how did I know about it?" Quite clearly, he was insinuating that he was the one to do so. With another shameless chuckle escaping from his mouth, his eyes were glowing blue as he kept himself glued to the base. "Now, I take it you have something that belongs to me?" Lucas would simply extend his hand, waiting patiently despite being unable to hide the adrenaline coursing through his veins.
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Post by Tobias Murakami on Oct 27, 2019 14:28:16 GMT -4
ALT IN A DAY'S WORK THE REDHEAD HEARD THE FOOTSTEPS before he saw the man, and he listened to the soft footfalls, seemingly from above ground-level. The location of Alt's voice confirmed this, and his quip about how Tobias looked like a man who did this a lot brought a wry, tired smile to the librarian's expression.
"Gathering intel is only partially about what you know," he explained, "It's also about who you know."
Green eyes winked from beneath the brim of his hat, and he shrugged his shoulders, pulling at the scarf. The downside of wearing a scarf was that his glasses were getting a little foggy with each puff of breath. Rather than descend to the ground, the man squatted on the wall. Tobias was beginning to think of him as some sort of trickster spirit, un-beholden to the rules of polite society. Who else would squat on walls to converse with someone?
"Certainly someone who is legally permitted to apprehend an individual," Tobias remarked, a drollness creeping into his tone. While "snagging the bad guy" might curry some street cred with vigilantes, it wasn't something that one should be telling someone who, only hours prior, had been seen in cahoots with the police department. Not that Tobias would tell on him. Investigative work was about who you knew. He cleared his throat, "I found some noteworthy materials, yes. I'll obviously need more time to review them, but... well... that's what we have the ability of... making file copies for."
The man eagerly requested was rightfully his, and wordlessly Tobias drew the external hard-drive from his pocket. He extended it towards the vigilante, slowly, but at the last moment he twitched his hand (and the hard-drive) just out of reach.
"I would like to sate my curiosity, before we part ways," Tobias interjected, "Also... how can we be sure that this is the hard drive you seek? That I haven't removed the files, and am giving you a dummy?"
This entire exchange was something built on trust-- it wasn't a dummy, no files had been moved. But surrendering something that was classifiably evidence to someone who legally had no right to it... well... Alt sort of owed Tobias a little bit of intel, right?
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