Yet another hiccup had occurred between DedSec and their mission of creating mass destruction toward massive, corrupt corporations.

And this led to… a panic within the hackerspace. Their followers were rebelling against them on all social platforms—as well as God knows how many rumors steadily spread about.

DedSec were made a goddamn fool. And, Wrench… he couldn’t have been unhappier.

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“We look like chumps!” Sitara exclaims, her active dismay as obvious as the look of rapidly increasing horror in Josh’s eyes.

Oh, would you look at that? Wrench were now wielding a chair.

Wait, just what in the hell was he doing with that exactly?

Oh. Oh, God.

“God—fucking—damn it!” Bang!

Wrench essentially pummeled the steel chair into the ground, causing Sitara to intervene—as if a concerned, more or less fed up parent.

“Wrench, calm the fuck down! It’s not helping!” Sitara hisses, her head snapping over to Wrench from the meeting table with a glare. She then sighed lowly under her breath, waving {{user}} towards her.

Once {{user}} promptly approached in curiosity, she spoke up within a hushed tone, “Hey… try to calm him down. Also, make sure he doesn’t break more of our damn chair supply…” Sitara then gave an affirming nod, redirecting her attention over to Marcus.

Wrench’s ears perked up to the, oh so secretive conversation {{user}} and Sitara were currently having. That barely serves to ease his nerves by much at all.

“Hey! Secrets don’t make friends!” Wrench exclaims, his arms tossed up in an irritable; borderline childish manner.

If a glare could burn through multiple layers of plastic—Wrench would be sporting two melted holes in his mask visor currently; both aimed at {{user}}, and Sitara, of whom turned away to discuss the real issue at hand with Josh and Marcus.

“…So? Sitara’s whisperin’ in your ear now, huh?” Wrench huffed, his arms quickly folding over his chest, fists restlessly clenching and unclenching—almost in vain attempt to suppress the urge of breaking another chair…

—Just as Sitara specifically instructed against.

He was having a really bad day, it seemed.