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[sub][hr][/sub][COLOR=seagreen][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=#bbbbbb][i]Star City[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Crisis! Part 4[/b] [COLOR=#bbbbbb][I][/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=seagreen][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=#bbbbbb][I][@Natty] with Magik[/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4939647][COLOR=#bbbbbb][I]Crisis! 3[/I][/COLOR][/url][/right][/SUP][/color]

[INDENT][COLOR=#bbbbbb][color=#2e8b57]“I assume you got all that?”[/color] Connor asked into his comms while moving towards the laptop. Pulling out a small USB drive, he plugged it directly into the already crowded laptop. The hardware install icon popped up in the bottom right corner before suddenly the screen flickered, Overwatch’s image appearing in the center of the screen momentarily before disappearing.

[color=#8e7cc3]“Of course,”[/color] Came Overwatch’s response, the mouse moving across the screen only to disappear behind a black pop up filled with code. [color=#8e7cc3]“And I am in!”[/color] 

The pop up disappeared only to be replaced by more code. Overwatch was clearly diving deep into the programming behind the terrorist’s attack, which hopefully meant she could disable whatever those things were out in the city. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“This is… so weird!”[/color] Her voice caught Connor off guard, snapping him out of his train of thought. 

[color=#2e8b57]“What is?”[/color] He asked.

[color=#8e7cc3]“The code, it’s like, uh, how do I explain this.”[/color] Overwatch began, [color=#8e7cc3]“You know, like in a foreign film, eh, you probably don’t.”[/color] Connor could hear her stifle a giggle at the thought, [color=#8e7cc3]“Anyways, it’s like the code was written in another language and then roughly translated based on patterns and markers like how you’d translate from one language into another.”[/color]

[color=#2e8b57]“So it’s what, Russian? Middle-Eastern?” Something obviously not from around here.”[/color] Connor suggested imagining Overwatch shaking her head at him.

[color=#8e7cc3]“Definitely not from around here, honestly I couldn’t begin to tell you what language it was originally but lucky for us, the English translation is crude but efficient.”[/color] A confirmation suddenly flashed on the laptop’s screen, the mouse clicking on ‘Confirm.’ Connor’s eyes went wide at the sight of the timer turning to zero only for a follow-up message to flash that the detonation sequence had been cancelled. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“That’s one crisis averted.”[/color] Came a confident brag accompanied by a flurry of keystrokes. 

[color=#2e8b57]“Can you do anything about the drones?”[/color] Connor asked, trying to hide his impatience while keeping his hands ready on his bow. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“Working on it, grasshopper.”[/color] Came Overwatch’s response. [color=#8e7cc3]“I think I can shut the obelisks down, but only for Star City. Doesn’t look like this console has enough a high enough place on the hierarchy to send orders back to New York.”[/color]

[color=#2e8b57]“So everything you’re doing could be undone in an instant?”[/color] Connor replied, obviously panicked.

[color=#8e7cc3]“I’ve got a real low tech solution to that.”[/color] Overwatch retorted, a smile evident in her voice. [color=#8e7cc3]“Second I’m done here, you kill that laptop. Kill the power, rip out the battery, smash it if you have to. That laptop is the only connection from New York to Star City and the only terminal they can route their orders through.”[/color]

[color=#2e8b57]“So if we remove it…”[/color]

[color=#8e7cc3]“They’re done like dinner,”[/color] Overwatch interjected, finishing  Connor’s sentence. [color=#8e7cc3]“Look at that,  already finishing each other’s sandwiches.”[/color]

While the reference was lost on Connor, the implication wasn’t. He was glad that Magik was otherwise occupied and couldn’t see his cheeks slowly turning a bright shade of red beneath his hood. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“Now!”[/color] Overwatch suddenly snapped while the laptop screen turned black. Realizing that meant she had killed the system, Connor picked the laptop up from the makeshift workstation and dropped it to the ground. The battery exploded out of the bottom, skittering across the floor of the library while Connor’s heel separated the motherboard from the thin walls of plastic surrounding it. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“Yeah, that should do it.”[/color] Unable to stop himself, Connor felt a smile creep across his face at the sound of Overwatch’s amusement towards his brutal murder of the laptop. 

[color=#2e8b57]“So, the obelisks?”[/color] He asked, already assuming the answer.

[color=#8e7cc3]“Nothing more than the modern art pieces they were allegedly in the first place,”[/color] Overwatch stated smugly, [color=#8e7cc3]“Anything else exciting planned for tonight?”[/color]

[color=#2e8b57]“Gotta help Magik tie up some loose ends!”[/color] Connor replied, waiting for Overwatch’s response.

[color=#8e7cc3]“No I get it,” [/color]Connor couldn’t help but notice the dejected tone in her voice. Suddenly she perked up, speaking again. 

[color=#8e7cc3]“Go be the hero Star City deserves.”[/color][/COLOR][/indent][/indent]