[center][img]https://fontmeme.com/permalink/190312/e8cda25977a668e033292463332e1410.png[/img] ~ [i]Day Zero[/i] ~[/center] [hider=Th3_Calm] [h3][b]Th3_Calm[/b] [sub][colour=black]🠶[/colour] [colour=Gray]inbox [i]x[/i][/colour][/sub][/h3] [hr] [b]The Elder[/b] [sub] to me [colour=black]▼[/colour][/sub] [quote] How is the blackmail fairing you? In these uncertain times, I'm sure The Conservatives aren't very keen on letting those correspondences get out. Though, blackmail isn't how you usually operate. Did something change in pace? Speaking of, I bet you could use a change of pace too; having a following of angst-ridden youths craving desperately to be the next high profile cyber-criminals must get boring. How about trying somewhere with a higher skill cap than you're used to? I hope to see you there. discord.gg/R7aQXMt The Elder [/quote] [/hider] "Cassie" had taken a step away from their engagements for a little while. Between the workload of government secrets, and now this Elder fellow, they were far too busy than they ever typically enjoyed. "Cassie" wasn't one to let work pile up, typically. Of course, blackmail was a tricky business sometimes, so the job itself had taken a while longer than expected, but with more things coming in, their 1am workload had been disrupted. In the end, there was only one course of action: take a break and figure out how to retake the reigns. Two bright monitors and a Gmail window illuminated a somewhat dark bedroom. In it, Freischutz sat, playing with a loud, and attention starved cat. Their second monitor was open to a Discord channel, though not for "Th3_Calm", or whatever it was called. "Cassie" hadn't taken the initiative to join it yet. The channel open was The Samaritans own Discord chat. They never discussed anything sensitive, for obvious reasons, but it helped to keep in touch, even if it was, presently, left in a dim silence. Most people had gone to sleep already, anticipating another day of work in the morning, and trusting their own Free Shooter to complete a satisfactory amount of the task. Either that, or they were off playing games. [colour=MediumSpringGreen]"I should really... leave this to tomorrow, shouldn't I?"[/colour] they asked aloud, keeping their voice at something of a quiet tone. Isabella didn't make much of a reaction, not that the cat could answer in the first place, let alone understand the context behind the question. She merely continued to roll around in her owners lap, disrupting the workload even further. "Cassie" looked back to the monitor, half attempting to evaluate the email. It crossed their mind that, if they were reaching out over Gmail and not one of the other email accounts they had, this Elder must not have cared all that much about security - that, or they didn't need to worry about it. In some capacity, it was highly suspicious. There was some hesitation, but in the end "Cassie" still clicked the invite link attached, and watched as the Discord app to their left popped up with the server information. Th3_Calm. Four online, ten members in total. "Retaking the reigns" was going to be hard, Freischutz thought, and sighed. [colour=MediumSpringGreen]"But what if there's something interesting? It can't hurt, can it?"[/colour] they looked down at their cat, who stared back with vague interest that tapered off at around about "Tickle my ears more please". [colour=MediumSpringGreen]"It better not hurt..."[/colour] they whispered once more, barely hesitating despite the words spoken, and clicked the join button.