2792 (pt.2)

Dillion looks on before walking away “What you thinking?” Zero says “I don’t know to be honest” he replies. He paused for a moment trying to collect his thoughts but it’s nothing but a blank dead end, the electrolytes in his head give him nothing. He was angry but he wasn’t, he was upset but he felt like laughing he really couldn’t explain. He felt heavy like drowning with the weight of the ocean all around him. “what could your father want to deal with someone like Caleb for?”, “what did he pass off to the person in the SUV?” Dillion walks back over to the computer leaning over Zero’s shoulder; she already steady rewinding and zooming in on the object that was passed between hands but the constant cluttered patches of people walking around him makes the object damn near impossible to see. The one thing they knew for sure was that whatever information they were divulging between each other was secretive and potentially a leg sweeping blow to the corporate wasteland. “You thinking what I’m thinking” Zero ask “All depends on how illegal what we are about to do is”, “ well the way I see it you got two options”, “I can either try to hack your father’s personal computer or we can hack Caleb, which I would need to contact the coven to ask them about using the server as it’s the only thing powerful enough to connect to the wasteland servers without lag”. Dillion lets his options swim around in his mind unsure of what to do next, if anything he just wanted to run away from this problem possibly to somewhere like Canada. Where him and Taisuke can surf while Zero lays on the beach, the comfort of the sun to be away from the constant rainy days in the royal blue Carolinas. He was over whelmed with the boiling up feeling of rage suddenly, it ran deep drawing him back to the stories that his aunts and uncles would tell him about his late great great grandfather.

In the beginning 2100, when it started the earthquakes, the floods, tsunamis, hurricanes, and the fires owe the fires that only further breathed life into the monstrous storms so great they could even make alexander the great shake in his skin. The tales of Yellowstone erupting around 2180 sending a panicky humanity into the lowest point only revealed by the Neanderthal era. People did whatever they could to survive and many of them resorted to smuggling drugs and left-over military guns, that’s what many people grand parents did in there younger days. Especially with the collapse of the multiple governments but that didn’t last for long, new ones rose and even fractured ones heal themselves over time.

“So what option do you want to go with” Zero ask him with her chair spun around and hands laced together, he doesn’t say anything just walks up the stairs “If you’re leaving the spare is under the plant” Zero shouts at him. Unlocking the door with the spare bracelet that was always by the door, under the plant; zero’s father had a thing of old movies from the 1980’s,so while it wasn’t practical it was a overly obvious spot that would get over looked. As he steps outside on the porch the rush of the cold air hits him in the face, he breathes but his tongue is numb, the breeze rippling across the hairs on his arm even though his hoodie. Patting his pockets, he realizes he left his slingshot inside, but shrugs it off; Zero will take care of it better than I would he thought to himself. He pulls his hoodie up and begin walking a few miles down the road, passing various designed houses with the coolest one in the neighborhood belonging to Taisuke Yushi. His parents were architects, hell is mother is the one who re-designed the Dyson’s sphere display up in one of the old Canadian Universities. Dillion stands in the road looking at Taisuke’s modernized 16^th century Japanese home, his phone firmly in hand. The condensation in pattern as his inhales and exhale “H.I.C.U, call Taisuke” he says into the phone and as quickly as the words leave his lips the call is already patching through “yo…..yo” the voice on the other side of the phone says half sleepy or rather grumpy.

“I’m outside bro, I could use a sheet”, “Ight, give me a second” as he steps out of the house his neon hex designed hoodie was the most noticeable thing about him. His baggy sweat pants flowing slowly, the bright green only darkened by the bright light shinning behind him. They lace hands and give a brief hug “Hey bro”, “Hey”, “Only one sheet?” Taisuke laughs as he asks in confusion pulling a small case out of his pocket with a stack of small squares filled to the brim with sheets “I ‘m guessing you left the slingshot at Zero’s”. Something was out of line the normally cheerful Dillion was hiding his expression within the shadows no smile, no bright energy “you alright bro?” Dillion nods as he takes the small square and placing it under his tongue. “yeah, I’m fine…say you wouldn’t happen to have your big brother would you?”, “Taisuke tilts his head as the pair head inside; Dillion fills him in on the small details.

Inside Taisuke’s house they immediately head to his room, it looked like something you could’ve seen from the black-market gun smugglers hideout. The room was reinforced with a thin layer of metal between thick concrete, inside the room is covered in gates as a sort of third security measure but realistic it wasn’t going to stop anything only buy a little time; this room wasn’t as big as his actual bedroom but nobody has ever seen it, he has this paranoia about letting people know where he lays his head. Dillion was quite sure that Taisuke didn’t sleep in here as the non-stop constant lights and machinery running could even drive a blind man insane. “Wait wait wait, so you think your dad is doing secret business with Caleb?” he rubs his chin “interesting” he says, spinning around in his stool chair, searching through various drawers “It’s gotta be somewhere” the riffling of junk in each drawer as he extends before closing again. He turns back with his facial expression sinking “ummm” he tunes out load before scratching his head, leaning down he looks under the couch in the room “Ah….here we go!” he pulls out a object that is circular and has a series of vein like engraving in it as Taisuke sets the object on the table he turns it so Dillion can get a clear view. It was a eye ball; “alright so I got your home grind up and bypassed your kids play firewalls……geez, bro seriously get better cyber security”

Dillion gets up and leans over Taisuke as he sees familiar code popping up on the screen “you call it kids play but Zero’s computer would’ve never made it past several of those firewall measures” Taisuke laughs “yeah, well what do you expect from a wicca? They are great at virus codes but surveillance and firewall cracking are more of a Conner thing”. Dillion hated that they called themselves Conners based of the old terminator films but he never spoke about it, it was trivial especially in a time like this.

His fingers swiftly moving across the key pad “alright, I’m in the files of your dad. What are we looking for here?”, “I don’t know?” Dillion aggressive rubs the side of his face as the sheet kicks in making him hyper focus, his pupils dilate and his breathing gets rapid “Well, Russian roulette it is then” Taisuke says positioning his cursor over a random folder clicking on it to fine the file was just a blue print for previous projects. Exiting back out he clicks on another file again to no avail as this file only contained partnering companies info along with a letter from the governor of the afro-republic for a moment Dillion wanted to read it, to violate his fathers trust the same way he felt had been done to him “Nah, there isn’t anything here just company junk”, “ We have to find a way to filter this search down”. Dillion leans back and pushes his hand up to his cheek; feels as if his hand is sinking into his face clinching his jaw causing him to accidently bite the inside of his mouth, his eye twitches as he tries not to jerk back. It’s silent for a while as Taisuke clicks in and out of several folders “alright, I got a hunch”, “shoot, bro”, “Elisa, look up the name Elisa in the files” the request takes Taisuke aback “your mother’s name? isn’t that too obvious?”, “like I said it’s a hunch” Taisuke tilts his head taking a deep breathe as he begins to slowly shake it, he clicks around and searching for the name but nothing was there, leaning back in his chair frustrated; Dillion could hear it in the exhale he gave.” Wait we’ve been looking at this wrong he then goes to his command tab typing in E=(file),R;F and it pops up a folder named with a weird sequence of numbers. As Taisuke opens the file Dillion’s face clenches firm “what are you doing with Caleb, pops?” he asks to himself. It takes them a while to crack through most of the papers, still nothing, the frustration builds in the room when Taisuke decides to access the camera while Dillion paces around the room.

“Hey Dillion……D!” Taisuke shouts; as Dillion rushes over and looks at the monitor “where is the hard drive?” a woman screaming in the back ground can be heard “please, just let me make a call” Dillion could hear his father pledging with a man in a black mask who only further asked again. He wasn’t alone there were several of them, they couldn’t see anything beyond his dad’s office door frame. Multiple men in mask storming around the house, Dillion doesn’t think his impulse being brash and impatient charging out of Taisuke’s house “Dillion” Taisuke shouts as he stumbles almost knocking over multiple devices and tripping over wires “Damn it, Dillion” he hears the front door open and slam close. Running, he runs as hard as his legs will take him, the wind in his lungs felt he was hit by a train; how hard he was wheezing the water clouding his vision. Quickly swiping them away he turns another corner than another as he lands on his street in the neighborhood  from a distance he could see several men running out of his house all jumping into an all-black SUV the added modifications were something common to…later he would think about that later as the car speeds away he manages to make it to his yard trying his damnest to see if his parents were okay. Then it hit him, a force so great it sends him flying back out into the street “Dillion!” he could hear his name but he was weak , even the process of lifting his head was too much “mo….m” he says weakly, his voice dry only to choke on the stream of tears running down his cheeks into his ears.

The sweet words of his name heard once again as a bright light slowly shines on his face, the sound of two car doors slamming as two figures run over to him “oh god! Dillion” the figures face pushes through the blur, it’s Zero only for the brief moment of seeing here beyond the veil of the blur.

    Then blackness as he falls unconscious