Grapevine
Slash squinted at the news feed, about an alleged terrorist bombing at a facility he was all too familiar with. He didn't remember any bombing that day. Unless you counted... how *bomb* his squad was. :shades:
An unassuming thread on an underground "real news" sort of site, under one of the many assumed names of an untraceable hacker, called a little attention to how little was known about the story that was being told. Why play this down like a little five-o-clock spot, if some serious inter-corporate damage was done to the site? Sounded fishy to him, like they were trying to hide something. Someone should do some recon on the place and get back with him at <this disposable email account>.
He nodded. Ambiguous enough to avoid any real suspicions, and some information could trickle his direction. He probably knew just about everything at this point, but you never turn down an opportunity for extra feelers, and maybe even some scapegoats to throw off the technocrats. He shrugged, prepared for his plan to backfire or turn up a coincidental lead, and tabbed back over to his game with the insider. Gold farming had never been more profitable.
