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(I'm going to see how to jump back into this) Cyrus Fletcher Cyrus squints at the computer screen, the shadows under his eyes from lack of sleep clearly visible under the faint glow of the monitor. He isn't currently in his tower at the moment, instead in a suburban house's bedroom. Inside is enough technological equipment to make any hacker wet himself. The owner probably never had to pay for heating in his life. In addition to keeping an armored car in the garage, and tons of canned food, it was clear the man was prepared for the apocalypse. Probably would of worked too, if he only accounted for the fact that an agile human could easily break in... Cyrus never INTENDED to kill him, but his instincts took over once the business barrel of a military grade handgun was on the back of his neck. Now, Cyrus comes here when he pleases. The food has either been eaten or traded off, the armored car given away. The skeleton is leaning against the wall opposite to the equipment, untouched besides multiple broken fingers when a certain Mark 23 Mod.0 was pried from his hand. The weapons and equipment wasn't the only thing the hacker was useful for. Security camera feed lines the wall, hacked into before Cyrus arrived. The headquarters of the union, La resistance, the Black hand, and other such organizations are displayed in front of him like multiple televisions; his own personal news reporters. It's easy to remain on good terms with anyone when you know what they want, where they'll be, who's who. Cyrus doesn't always take advantage of this however, mostly outside in New York doing whatever is needed. He strains his neck to look at a farther monitor as a familiar face crosses it... He shakes his head, quickly looking up files of each individual member of La Resistance on the main computer. He scrolls down to F, and grabs a headset on the desk putting it onto his head and severely flattening his messy blonde hair. Using the information listed on his file, he attempts to contact his headset. "Mr. Ford..." His weak voice echo's throughout the bedroom and hopefully into Jared's ear.

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#103941731Wednesday, July 03, 2013 11:20 PM GMT

Alexei I walk into the war room of the Red Brigade headquarters. This is the Brigade's office here in the former States, where we are attempting to turn the Americans into Communists. We succeeded in doing so in Central Asia and East Europe already. The countries of Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Lithuania, Latvia, Estonia, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Kyrgyzstan, Turkmenistan, Mongolia, Tajikistan, Armenia, Georgia, Azerbaijan, Moldova, Romania, Bulgaria, Serbia, Croatia, Slovakia, Slovenia, Greece, Czech Republic, Bosnia, Albania, Macedonia, Montenegro, and China have accepted Communism and founded the New Soviet Union. The Red Brigade, a New Soviet Armed Forces military unit, was sent to America to turn the US into a Communist country. Our headquarters is in Manhattan.

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#103942501Wednesday, July 03, 2013 11:26 PM GMT

"..." Cyrus quickly checks the monitors. A few seconds of awkward silence later, the voice picks up. "I'm going to contact you again when you're done with your meeting. Make sure you have a method of communication at all times, and under no circumstances will you tell anyone who I am." The voice cuts off, without a hint of how Cyrus knew of Jared's situation. Meanwhile, back at the house, Cyrus is flipping through the different cameras in the headquarters. He then quickly pulls out one of the old hackers instruction Manuel... Or what passes for it.

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