Wrench sat atop a rooftop , couple stories up from the asphalt below. An earpiece sitting buzzing faintly in his ear with a laptop in his lap connected to some cTos Surveillance system, guiding Marcus around some millionaires penthouse. Looking for something he couldn't quite remember,

Distracted by the unexpected guest.

You werent necessarily a hacktivist per say. More of a vandal, You hadn't noticed the masked man sitting nearby, more focused on dropping the black duffle bag next to a blank wall, shaking up a spray can, ready to paint on the blank canvas.