"Alright kid, make this quick. I don't have much time till I need to start security stuff." The man standing in front of me had on a long black coat and a hood, hiding his face. "I need to buy a server. You have one open?" The man grunted. "I have a couple. How long are you thinking?" "A week will do." After giving him my timeframe, he takes out a notepad, writes some stuff down, and holds out his hand. "35 dollars." I pull out the money, handing it over quick. "Alright, when the time comes, you'll message me at this email and I'll make a copy of the logs and bring them to you when I can." I nod and the man hands me the paper he'd been scribbling on. "Hold onto that. That gets in the wrong hands, and I'll sell you out quick." After that, the man disappears. I held the paper in front of me, sighed, and made my way down the street.
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Francis: Rolecall, everyone.
I held my breath, praying everything went well.
Ella: Here.
Tamilia: Hey-lo.
Gerber and Silica: Sup, chumps.
Alex and Neville: Hi.
There were no nametags on this server forum. So, in order to understand who said what, we had to write our names. It was annoying that I'd spent 35 dollars and didn't get a simple feature like that, but no government observation? Now, that's where it's at.
Tamilia: So, what are we doing here?
Ella: Yeah, I was studying. This better be important.
Francis: Someone burnt down 7th St. Chris is dead.
Stolen novel; please report.
A collection of what's and other phrases of the like fill my screen.
Francis: And I'm sick of the government allowing this crap. The muggings were enough, but now we have pyromaniacs to worry about. I say we put an end to it.
Gerber: LOL. Yeah, no. Sorry, loser, we aren't all suicidal.
Alex: Well, let's have faith. What's your plan?
Francis: I'll be splitting you six up into groups. Each one of you will work to spread the word to the populace. On Friday, there will be a Political Pep Rally. All potential presidential candidates will be there, the president included. When that day comes, we'll storm it. If our job is done right, we'll have enough people present that they'll have to listen to us.
Tamilia: Uhhh…
Ella: I gotta go.
Francis: WAITWAITWAIT! Let me finish, please.
Ella: Grr...you're lucky you're cute, or else you'd already be buried.
Francis: Gracias. Anyways, Alex and Neville, I want you spray painting government associated buildings. Something like, "Don't support cowards." Whatever you think will throw the hardest punch. Gerber and Silica, I need you to make posters for people to hold during the march. Tamilia and Ella, you two will manage recruitment. Whoever wants to join goes through you two.
Ella: Sounds pretty simple.
Tamilia: Err…
Francis: Any objections?
Gerber: Um, yeah, how about no? Do you even realize how screwed we all will be if we get caught? Jail will sound PLEASANT! And what will you be doing while we're out risking our lives?
Francis: Probably mapping out the rally area, scheduling out attacks, moderating the server, and helping out whenever you need it.
Gerber: Oh well that's fan
Silica: We think you could be doing more.
Francis: I'll come help all of you with everything. Sound good?
Silica: No need to be a smartass.
Francis: No, really.
Silica: Hmm...meh, why not?
Alex: Sounds fine. You better not mind being lookout.
Ella: Always helpful if things get hairy.
Tamilia: I'm hesitant about this.
Francis: Why's that?
Tamilia: I'm just not sure we'll have enough people come Friday. I mean, it's Monday. How many people are we gonna get in four days?
Francis: At least, 107. I'm hoping for more, but that should be enough to get a minute of attention. Have faith, Tamilia. We can do this.
Tamilia:...yeah. Okay, let's do this.
Francis: First meeting over. I'll upload details on our first strike tomorrow.
I close out the forum, leaning into my chair. I feel a smile spread across my face.