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[jayded]

(Occ Im not a super hacker, or even close, i just thought it'd be fun to play along with, this is a Character thing, please don't jump the gun on every little mistake i make!!)

Jacobe laughed as he opened the email from the Director. He sat in a rather comfortable chair by a window in the schools new library, which was still strangely vaccant, but it was where the best reception for the two laptops that sat on the desk. This could prove to be fun he thought as he opened up his Mac Book Pro and opened up his terminal shell commands. His thoughts traced back to his fathers words as he sat him down with his very first Laptop.

"Jacobe, what I'm teaching you is for your protection. I got to where i am in SWAT for one reason, being able to do things from a distance. Hacking into another system can be very dangerous for you and the other person, it can corrupt and delete files and folders from the computer and leave an easy trace of who you are and where you did it. But your entering a place where people want to know everything about you and everything about your family. This is much of a self defense as your ZDK. Don't fuck around with it. Now Lets get started.

Jacobe smiled as his fingers tapped over the keyboard, his eyes flashing across the screen, reading them as fast as the music scores he studied religiously. Music, fighting, computers, they were all there to be studied, and this was his play time. He sudo commanded his laptop given to him by the school, using his own user name and log in to gain acess to the computer, and set a trace run for all out going IP adresses, and a trace on their sources.
School Main Frame-Expected
Internet Wifi- Expected
Council GPS- Not so expected.
He sighed and leaned back. Im not this good... He thought as he watched the algorithms stroll across his screen. He watched the numbers wistfully, wishing his father had taught him more, so he could even tell what sort of encryption they were using, let alone figure out a way to disarm it.

He closed the lid on his mac gently, it was one thing they had acess to this computer, he'd be damned before they got his other one. He opened up a word document on the computer main screen, converted it to HTML again so it was automattically picked up by whoever was monitering the screens, maybe he would even get a link to the Director himself, or find out who the new Principal was. He looked at the blank white page, as though it was the desicion of a lifetime
But in a way... it is... how far down the rabbit hole do i wana go...... do i take the Blue pill and leave it now... try and be a normal student in this newly furbished hell, or do i take the Red pill... and try and make a difference.... a screw it. Blue pills always taste funny He thought, a new found resolution, in his eyes as he began to type on the screen.
To whoever is controlling this system, congratulation, your encryption is beautiful. I can't even figure out the bit-encryption rate. As you can tell, I am Jacobe Jones, adoptive son of Gregory and Isobell Mannix. As you should be able to tell from your far reaching records, I have spent a total of 3 days at each of the schools i have been to, this being the third. Explosions seem to follow me where I go. I'll keep this short, you have no idea who did it. No one does. My father is in the police force, and he is worried for my safety, he feels i should be kept up to date. I fear for my life, and that fear is a great motivator. I want in on how to stop this. I have no friends, nothing is holding me back from executing an order but the lack of them. You have my co-operation. I await your reply.
Yours Sincerely Jacobe Jones.
He saved the file and watched it upload, opening a window and lighting up a cigarette blowing the smoke outside, as he sat back in his comfy chair, waiting for a response.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

"Smoking in my library."


Shamino Warhen stood with his arms crossed directly behind the student. He had watched him type at decent speeds and even allowed the file to be uploaded as he watched in silence. But smoking inside was against school policy- his school policy. He adjusted the white gloves that matched his white suit. "The smoke'll stick to the paper, the paper'll be opened by students allergic to cigarette smoke, and then we'll have issues." Shamino's left hand came up swiftly, out of Jacobe Jones' eye sight, to smack the student roughly upside the head.

"Take down the note. You're forbidden from using computers on school grounds from here on out- and if I hear of you so much as having a briefcase that could hold a computer, I will throw you out the nearest window, no matter what floor we're on, do you understand me, student?"

Shamino's right hand slid into its pocket, his left drumming his fingers along the top of the seat.

[jayded]

The blow came from without warning from the older man, all he could hear was a voice, his hands instantly clenched ready to strike back, but then he relaxed, took a deep breath, unclenched his hands. You asked for this, you wanted there attention and now you have it, Shihan hit you twice as hard on a regular basis, you never raised a hand against him, show some respect He thought as his body relaxed.

He turned around and looked up at the older man, smiled, and crushed the lit cigarette in his own hands, a benefit of his 'Iron Hands' training. He closed down the laptop, and stood up from the table, he turned to Shamino, and bowed low, a sign of respect.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry for the trouble I may have caused"
He stood up and picked up the laptop, the schools one, not his, and offered it to the teacher... or was it principal, he wasn't sure. He assumed principal however, due to the tone and finality of his statements, like he controlled absolute power within the school. As he offered the schools laptop back he said
"And I apologize for the misuse of school property sir, I assume you would like to take this back, and issue a disciplinary act, Mr ...?" He left the statement in the air hanging like a question, while his eyes traced up and down the teacher, watching for any movement, so if he was struck again, he could at least move the right way to avoid as much damage as possible.

[Shamino Warhen Ph.D]

"You're a product of the System. You enjoy getting away with things and then submit like a fucking dog when you get caught in the act. To me, you're just a dog giving me puppy eyes after pissing the floor."

He watched with disgust as the cigarette was crushed in the hand, and stared at the student with an unreadable glance- his lips thin, shut, indescribable. "I'm revoking your computer privileges for the rest of the semester. If I see even your initials on any school webpage or computer software, I will break every single finger you have until you'll be typing sixty words an hour"

He snatched the laptop in one quick motion with his free hand, holding it out to the side for a co-op student to snatch and return to the check out. "Warhen. Principal Warhen. Don't give me a name- names are for friends, so you don't need one. I'll just remember your smug face the next time I need to remind myself how terrible mac products are..."

He observed the boys features, making a quick mental note of defining looks- eye color, hairstyle, cheek bone placement, and he gave a tiny nod to himself. "Now get the fuck out of here." Shamino raised his thumb, pointing towards the exit of the library. "Before I fill you full of lead. And drop you out the window like a Zeppelin."

[jayded]

Jacobe laughed.
This IS the principal he thought as he got up, a smirk crossing his face. He placed his Mac book and placed it gently in his bag, which he slung over his shoulder. He tensed a little at the principals threats, knowing there was some validation to them in the current system. He looked at the principal, fiercely arrogant in his own undeniable power, a look that can only be described as that of a killer, and an air of authority that could drown those of a weaker will, not him. Jacobe reached into his pocket and pulled out a pair of blacked out sun glasses, placing them on his eyes while still staring into the principals eyes.
"A dog?" Jacobe laughed, his broad Australian accent echoing in the halls, he turned to walk away and remarked over his shoulder at the principal "Dogs sir, don't have free will. Unfortunately for you, and this whole system, we do."

He turned around to face the principal, looking him dead in the eyes as the shirt he was wearing flapped around him, showing the briefest glimpse of the tattoo that covered this whole body, a glimpse of the bullet hole eyes showed for a brief second.
"And sir, lead hasn't killed me before.... and Zeppelins fly sir." He continued walking, as he reached the door he yelled out over his shoulder again
"Unless you were talking about the band, if so, nice reference sir!" Before walking out the library.