Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love."
((You're not the only one who's been annoyed, hun.))
The men were hard at work analyzing the spiders they had caught.
After some fiddling in the government databases, Lawliet's name appeared.
The hacker who found the information connected with Felipe via earpiece.
"Sir," the man stated in Felipe's ear, making him pause from what he was doing, a body at his feet.
"Sir, we've discovered the name of the man who sent in the spiders.""Good," Felipe replied, holding his free hand to his ear. "Copy the information onto the security files and then dissect the machines for any parts that might be useful to us, then deactivate any tricks or traps the buggers might have. Then slip that information into the government files. They might need to know about an annoying little bug that will need to be squished, and they are perfectly capable of doing it for us. Oh, and by the way..." he smiled. "We are overdue for our government screening. Do that for me, please."
The man nodded.
"Yessir."
He then hacked into all forms of the government - CIA, FBI, Pentagon, all forms of military and any of their contractors, scanning the information for anything in relation to the company.
Once the information - newly gained - was found, he worked on changing it, changing important tidbits and chunks of information with false ones, to throw the government off.
Then, now done and feeling mighty proud of himself, he signed off out of the government sites and continued on with his business.
Felipe smiled down at the body at his feet, which was gently shaking.
He cracked the whip in his hands.
"Twenty more hours to go, my love," he stated sweetly.
((So... may we have a timeskip to the next day?))
Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic?
"We are just hopelessly addicted."