Sons of Pluto

[TheBlindMime]

Trent spent the better part of a half hour typing away at his datapad, be it with his fingers or directly linking to his mind. He screened through almost everyones personal files and records before he became curious about the final remaining member of the team, Aidan. Trent was a jerk but he was no fool, he created a series of escape pathways misleading guide programs before even daring to initiate a hack into the Sons database.

He had to do it from a cold start, using his login to hack would only defeat the purpose of hacking at all. It wasn't easy, even after years of making this his life's work he still only managed to gleam a fraction of information about Aidan before losing it all. He was quick about covering his tracks, he wondered briefly if it would be enough before bothering to process what he had read.

"Archangel...." Trent murmured, he had heard of people that had Archangel clearance he once even received orders from a man whom received orders from an Archangel level Son. Trent had not however met anyone with that level clearance let alone jokingly called them 'boss'. How big is this...?

Moments later Trent was asleep, minutes after that he was awake again. He bumped his head against the metal privacy screen as he stammered, "I'm always ready." Rubbing his forehead angrily as the jumble of a dream drifted further from his recollection he opened the privacy screen and leapt down. Eager for another cigarette to sooth himself.

As he began on the second puff he opened his eyes to see Dominique screwing with one of the scanners. He didn't mind, not even when she focused it on him, "So, does it say I'm human?" Trent asked, an austere smile spreading across his face.