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Private message from Blackhawk.

Blackhawk: How do you feel about the task? You prepared? Do you need any help? I know things went a little haywire last time.

Oblivion: I’m good. That wasn’t because of me. Why are you so invested?

Blackhawk: Something about you makes me want you to succeed. That’s all, little hacker.

Oblivion: So, it’s not because I have tits, and now you think I can’t hack it?

Blackhawk: Oh, it’s definitely because you have tits. But not in the way you’re thinking.

Blackhawk: Sid can be an ass, but he wasn’t lying. I already thought you were cool when I thought you were a guy. So, now, it’s blowing my mind.

Oblivion: Um, not sure what to say now.

Blackhawk: Did I make it awkward? Sorry, I have a terrible habit of doing that.

Oblivion: No, it’s just… guys don’t really talk to me. So, I’m not sure how to take this. I feel like I’m about to walk into a bad ‘90s teen movie, and I’m some kind of bet.

Blackhawk: Well, kids at school are all schmucks. Everyone is trying to impress each other so that they don’t take time to notice the actual cool people.

Oblivion: Speaking from experience?

Blackhawk: Maybe. I wasn’t a jock, and being a foster kid made it more difficult to blend in. Remember, I’m horrible at school, and I have my whole bad-boy attitude going on for me, but I’m a nerd at heart. Shh, don’t tell anyone.

Oblivion: You’re secret’s out now. I’m going to blackmail you so hard.

Blackhawk: Badass, Oblivion. Not that it would matter. College is a different game. I’m still not cool, but I found my people.

Oblivion: Hacker people?

Blackhawk: Some, like Sid, but just others who are intelligent and crafty.

Oblivion: You sound like you’re building a nerdy gang.

Blackhawk: Maybe I am. Want to be part of it?

Oblivion: Sure, I'm your girl if you need someone to make you costumes.

Blackhawk: You’re so much more than that, little hacker.

Oblivion: If you say so. Everything feels so bleak right now. The only light is this.

Blackhawk: Have you had any luck with your friend?

Oblivion: No. I’m beginning to wonder if maybe she is dead.

Blackhawk: I’ve heard of another hacker who might be able to help. Do you want his info?

Oblivion: Really? That would be awesome. Thank you.

Blackhawk: No problem. Just don’t forget who your favorite hacker friend is.

Oblivion: Definitely, Obsidian.

Blackhawk: Oh, you hit me in my core. You know, I’m much prettier and smell better. I don’t think the guy showers. You definitely don’t want to be around that.

Oblivion: Mmm, BO, my favorite boy smell.