"Son of a bitch," David yelps, louder than he means to, reaching up to yank his headphones out as he stops dead in his tracks. "Fuck," he mutters a moment later, because ow - but also because whoever's after him now is another hacker.
The DedSec channel he got anything from mentioned something going on at the convention center, mentioned DedSec in the area - but if DedSec's here, then it stands to reason that Prime_Eight and the others are, too.
At least he's nearing an exit, now, and he shoves his headphones back into his pocket as he starts moving again, heading for the next door between himself and the outside.
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Date: 2020-04-11 11:58 am (UTC)The DedSec channel he got anything from mentioned something going on at the convention center, mentioned DedSec in the area - but if DedSec's here, then it stands to reason that Prime_Eight and the others are, too.
At least he's nearing an exit, now, and he shoves his headphones back into his pocket as he starts moving again, heading for the next door between himself and the outside.