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[hackitude]

"Hey! You've reached Skye. Leave a message. I mean, if you want to. Or uh, don't. Whatever."

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[hostage]

How?

[hackitude]

I've gotten into their systems once now. That's more than anyone else has been able to do. And... that means I can do it again.

I could see if I could get into their tracking system. You drive somewhere totally random, and I'll see if I can use their tech to pinpoint your location.

[hostage]

[...This may be slightly Not As Planned.]

You sure you wanna do that when you already got 'em looking for whoever broke in the first time?

[hackitude]

Trust me, it's going to be fine.

Do you want to find out for sure, or not?

[hostage]

[Ugh. Well, better to know she can track him than to not know and have her try it anyway behind his back.]

You wanna do it right now?

[hackitude]

No, can't do it now. [I need to get mod permission.] If I'm hacking the government, I'm not gonna do it from my own home on my own laptop. That's like... hiding the murder weapon under your bed. This stuff can't be traced back to me.

[hostage]

Right, yeah. Sorry. I don't really know how any of this stuff works.

[hackitude]

It's not really that hard. I could teach you sometime, if you want.

[Yeah, not that hard for people who are naturally CS geniuses, Skye.]

[hostage]

[Yeah...]

I don't think, um - Well. You know. I'm stupid, so...

[hackitude]

Hey. High school drop out, remember? I'm not exactly GPA 5.0 myself.

[hostage]

There's a difference between dropping out and flunking out.

[hackitude]

You don't know that I didn't flunk out.

[hostage]

If you did, I bet it's 'cause you were too smart to waste your time.

[hackitude]

[Skye laughs.]

Trust me, not at all. I was a pretty messed up teenager.

[hostage]

Ain't we just the perfect couple.

[hackitude]

[Skye takes his hands in hers and drags him in closer so she can kiss him on the nose, grinning.]

Well, I sure think so.

... Speaking of. Did you listen to my mixtape-that's-actually-a-CD yet? It's okay if you hated it. I need to know these things. For science.

[hostage]

[He smiles at the kiss and squeezes her hands.]

I think I listened to it like fifty times already.

[It took him a while to stop crying at every song.]

It's in my car right now, actually.

[hackitude]

Wait, really?

You're not just saying that? You didn't think it was kinda-- cheesy?

[hostage]

I'm serious. I could sing the whole thing for you start-to-finish. I loved it.

[hackitude]

... Wow. Okay. ... Guess I'll have to make you another one for Christmas, then.

[hostage]

[For Christmas. The idea of that fills him with such a sudden melancholy that he has to duck his head to keep her from seeing it in his eyes. Will she still love him by the time it's Christmas? Is that even possible?]

I'd make you one, too, but I get the feeling you ain't real into gangsta rap.

[hackitude]

I wouldn't say it's exactly my jam, but it's the thought that counts.

[hostage]

Famous last words.

[hackitude]

Hey! I mean it. If you're thinking of me, I'm sure it'll be the best thing in the world.

[hostage]

Merry Christmas, Jesse. Your girlfriend is dumping your ass because you put "Baby Got Back" on her romantic mix.