Charles Borkshav | Reality
Charles was tired of standing(or sitting) around, doing nothing. Sure, he wasn't E.V.I.L.'s finest, but he was worth something! All he had done recently was sit around. Well, he was not just a wall decoration. He had capabilities, strengths. He could be a field agent.
But there was one slight issue. He knew Lestat wasn't going to go for it. Wasn't going to happen. No matter what brilliant idea he could come up with, he was always left behind. Heck, even when he came up with the strategy for capturing Nate, he was left at headquarters!
But not this time.
He had been thinking... If only he had the username and password for one of YWS's moderators, now that would be something! He could sneak into YWS, using a reputable user's account, and then wreck havoc.
So he needed a user's laptop, which no doubt had their saved password for YWS. He had a fancy program that had been given to him by one of their I.T. geeks for by-passing the computer's password, but when it came to hijacking a user's YWS password, he was lost. He knew that the fancy program he had in a flash-drive wouldn't work on that.
He knew that their I.T geeks in the office could probably do it without doing any heist or breaking in to homes, but no. For once, he was going to do something himself. For once, he was going to do something without help, to prove that he was a valuable member of the E.V.I.L. team, that he wasn't there for his mind alone.
He decided that AfterTheStorm would be the best candidate. She had been kidnapped just about a day before, so her parents were probably pretty worried. If he could call them from a call-phone, maybe telling them that she was at a certain park in the city... Of course he would have to fabricate a lie, telling them that he was her friend or something. Then, once at least one of them had left, he could work in peace.
He pulled up a file on AfterTheStorm, but could only get her name, address and a personal cell-phone number. Nothing more. No phone numbers for parents or anything. Well, that was just great! He didn't know her parents phone, so he couldn't call them... But perhaps her own cellphone would work? Maybe it was at her home, and not in her pocket at E.V.I.L.?
If it was, then everything would work beautifully. He could say he as looking for her, because she had left him alone in the park because she was mad at him. He was only calling to say he was sorry for upsetting her! And then her parents would go after her, leaving the house empty...
It was perfect.
He closed his laptop down, after printing the file on AfterTheStorm, and then pulled out his desk drawer, revealing his pistol. A pistol he never carried because he never went anywhere. His hand drifted towards it, and he almost picked it up... But he stopped himself before he grasped it. He wasn't going to kill or threaten anyone. That was for the grunts. His job was to remain silent, like a wraith. To get in and out, unseen.
He put a few tools in his jean's pockets, and then walked away from his desk.
His car was outside, parked alongside many dozens of other cars in the same parking lot. E.V.I.L. was an enormous organization. He was one in a hundred in that place.
He opened the car and dropped down into the drivers seat. And then starting the car, he drove away. He was finally on a mission.
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