Winston looked up sharply at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, to see a tall young man in a brightly-coloured t-shirt walking in with a box of what looked like computer parts in his arms. He stood up, one hand reaching for his gun. “Who the hell are you?”
The young man crossed the room, put his box of whatever-the-hell down on the coffee table and said, “Guerrero didn’t say anything? He said I could hang out here for a few days, while I get some stuff done.”
“No, he didn’t say anything, and I’d like to know who you are.”
“Oh, sorry, yeah… the name’s Hardison. Alec Hardison.”
That name reminded Winston of something. He frowned, and eventually remembered. “You’re that Hardison, right? The hacker?”
“ ‘s one way of putting it. How’d you know?”
“I hear things. So, I’m guessing you’ve worked with Guerrero, huh?”
Hardison grinned. “Among other things,” he said as he walked over to the fridge, opened it, and started eating leftovers from a plastic tub.
Winston frowned. “Hey…” he started to complain, only to realise that it didn’t stop Guerrero, so it was unlikely to stop this kid, either. He sat back down at his desk and tried to get back to the file in front of him, while the kid ate his food and assembled a mess of computer equipment on and around his coffee table.
A short time later, Chance and Guerrero arrived, and Guerrero as usual headed to the fridge, before sitting down next to his… friend, co-worker, co-hacker, whatever the kid was. The kid called over to Winston.
“Hey, you got any orange soda here?”
“No,” Winston growled. “You’ll have to get it yourself.”
Leverage/Human Target; Hardison/Guerrero, Winston, (Chance); Personal (Fridge) Space Invasion
Winston looked up sharply at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, to see a tall young man in a brightly-coloured t-shirt walking in with a box of what looked like computer parts in his arms. He stood up, one hand reaching for his gun. “Who the hell are you?”
The young man crossed the room, put his box of whatever-the-hell down on the coffee table and said, “Guerrero didn’t say anything? He said I could hang out here for a few days, while I get some stuff done.”
“No, he didn’t say anything, and I’d like to know who you are.”
“Oh, sorry, yeah… the name’s Hardison. Alec Hardison.”
That name reminded Winston of something. He frowned, and eventually remembered. “You’re that Hardison, right? The hacker?”
“ ‘s one way of putting it. How’d you know?”
“I hear things. So, I’m guessing you’ve worked with Guerrero, huh?”
Hardison grinned. “Among other things,” he said as he walked over to the fridge, opened it, and started eating leftovers from a plastic tub.
Winston frowned. “Hey…” he started to complain, only to realise that it didn’t stop Guerrero, so it was unlikely to stop this kid, either. He sat back down at his desk and tried to get back to the file in front of him, while the kid ate his food and assembled a mess of computer equipment on and around his coffee table.
A short time later, Chance and Guerrero arrived, and Guerrero as usual headed to the fridge, before sitting down next to his… friend, co-worker, co-hacker, whatever the kid was. The kid called over to Winston.
“Hey, you got any orange soda here?”
“No,” Winston growled. “You’ll have to get it yourself.”