[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=#7E5C65]Robert Adler[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[img]https://i.ibb.co/c8P9h0T/ezgif-com-resize.jpg[/img][hr][b] [color=#7E5C65]Location:[/color][/b] Chicago (Grimaldi Books: Back Room)
[b][color=#7E5C65]Skills:[/color][/b] N/A[hr][hr][/center] 

For all the staring Robert did at the computer screen behind Rapture, Robert couldn't make heads or tails of what the hell was going on. It was just a bunch of zeroes and ones flying across the screen, and for all his skill in in maths, this wasn't working. Robert sighed in annoyed defeat at his failure, knowing that since he couldn't do it, they needed Rapture more than ever. Robert wasn't liking Rapture, but if he was who they had...Robert sighed again to himself, biting in a sarcastic comment that he wanted to give, but probably wasn't deserved by either Rapture or Adelaide. Not now at least. 

Robert looked over at Adelaide, giving her words about the tapes already having been watched through. [color=#7E5C65]"Except for a name of a mysterious hacker and what we've already got, Adelaide, I'm not sure what else we can do."[/color] Robert said back to Adelaide, then turned his attention to the nerdy kid with an attitude way bigger than he deserved. [color=#7E5C65]"Not much is a cakewalk these days, but we're counting on you. We don't have much choice."[/color] Robert continued to tell Rapture, leaning back in his chair and looking up at the ceiling, not knowing what to say or do. They could probably go over the FBI-files while driving to Grimm, so what else could they do while Rapture was at work? [color=#7E5C65]"What else are you finding then, kid? If not left behind by Prometheus, anything else? The Pope, the guy next door, anyone?"[/color]