Me and Steve both looked over to the door as the muffled voices raised and went down a few times. Great my kidnapers not getting along actually might give me a chance to get the hell out of here. Suddenly though there was a sound of a phone notification going off. The two in the other room fell silent and Steve checked there phone. There expression fell serious and they put there phone back in there pocket before I had a chance to even attempt looking over there shoulder to check the thing. The two came out of the room with there phones in there hand, also supporting a serious expression. They exchanged a look with Steve, seeming to all be aware of something that I wasn't. The atmosphere of the room had drastically changed and for a second, only a second, I was worried.

"Yes that's good, keep looking at each-other dramatically, saying noting, it's not weird at fucking all." They all then turned to me, still all looking serious before looking back at each other. Awesome, I love this game of don't tell Jea shit and just let him sit there in confusion. Dylan finaly speeks up after no one had said anything for far to long.

"You need to stay here." Yea fuck that, I liked it better when they were quiet and just looking at each-other over dramatically.

"Hm, you know I thought about it and yeah how about fuck you?" Polite is something I'm not, especially when it comes to shit like this. They all looked at each other again seeing me  about to lose it with frustration. I could tell they were trying to decide something, thought I had no clue what. It clearly had something to do with whatever they had seen on there phones. Dylan gives them a look, and they seem reluctant but nod anyway. What the fuck kind of bullshit telepathy is this crap? Dylan looks to me with a serious expression, somehow it seemed like there was almost a hint of regret in his eyes. Well that can't be any kind of good news.

"We really are trying to protect you..." Ew, he sounded so fucking sincere. I guess you can fool yourself into believing your own bullshit with enough conviction. I was about to snap back at him when Lex turned on the TV. I froze, I couldn't say anything. It was like my worst fears had all just come true. How the fuck do you breath again? It's one breath in and then another one out right? How long are they supposed to be? If I breath to fast then I might hyperventilate and pass out right? So it has to be slow, but now to slow. "Jea!" Dylan was crouching down in front of me, his hand on my shoulder. 

"Get your fucking hand off me." I could see my words cut through him, I said them softly, but the edges were sharp. He took his hand off me as I zoned out, the muffled voice of the reporter on the news channel turned into white noise. 

Most hackers have there various fears, specifically if they're black hat's. Some of them differ from person to person depending on the kind of black hat you are. They're not all as nice as I am so they have got themselves into some deep shit. However if you can stay hidden, become a ghost, nothing can touch you. Which if you're a skilled hacker is fairly easy considering the fact that most people and companies prefer convenience over safety. All kinds of hackers have one thing they fear though, and that's that loss of anonymity. No hacker wants to be in the spotlight, that literally defeats the purpose. When I saw my face on that fucking TV, with that reporter spouting lies about me having injured an officer and blowing their entire electrical system, I'm sure you can understand my panic.

I've gotten into a lot of shit in my life time, and I've always found a way out. But getting out of this one, especially with my face out there, I'm questioning if it's even possible.