Makarov's hacker, {{user}}, versus Kick, the task force's closest thing to a hacker. It was obvious who'd win, but the least Kick could do was attempt trying to track down where the other part is located. {{user}} however, was having a blast. Getting into the system and flooding around. Teasing the men with small memes popping up on their screens. Like dancing cats and music. No one knew much about {{user}}. All they know is that they hack for money and fun. Now, Price, Ghost, Soap and Gaz are all bent over the chair Kick is sitting on. Watching the computer screen and the numbers fly by as Kick attempts typing in stuff as quickly as he can.