Tags rubbed at his eyes to clear his thoughts out. Everything about him ran through Tags' thoughts: geeky kid named Zayden, glasses, fourteen years old, bullies at school call him 'Gayden' because of course they do, outcast, oblivious parents who just think their kid isn't 'trying hard enough' to make friends, starting to think there's something wrong with the world… 'Where'd he go?'įuck fuck fuck raced through his mind as he tried to re-locate the mark. Even so low, the deep bass of his voice seemed loud in the small space. 'Shit,' he breathed, eyes playing over the screen at a frantic pace. In his mind, he compared it to a sardine can for a second before thinking that a sardine can didn't do it justice. Tags was well-built… but hunched over like this, he felt small. The little hidey-hole he was using while doing some inside surveillance on their next target barely had room for a chair to sit in and a desk to put the laptop on. He'd been computer-literate in a previous life, had to know just a little more than the basics in the military, but his knowledge now was greater than if he'd gotten a 4-year CIS degree. Tags let his fingers play over the keyboard without thinking. Jacking Chapter is a fictional story and is not representative of the real people involved.