4.04: Enzo's Overwrite Delivery Service - for all your armament needs!

[a1enzo]

The Matrices' upstairs hall closet creaks slowly open, and Enzo pokes his head out. Seeing the coast to be clear, he opens it fully and emerges, looking around with mounting distress. The walls, the floor, the furniture are all patched with pulsing green light-veins.

He listens carefully. No one home. Didn't think there would be, but good. He beckons at the open doorway behind him.

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[a1enzo]

"Sorry." Enzo closes the door (bedroom, not closet, that baby's staying open) and heads toward the stairs.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny reached out and gently grabbed onto Enzo's arm.

"I'm making us both go invisible for the rest of the trip," he said.

[a1enzo]

Enzo automatically looks at his arm as Danny grabs it, and his eyes widen as it fades from sight. "Awesome!"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny grinned back, until that faded, like he was the Cheshire cat.

"I know."

He started towards the hallway.

"Let's get going."

[a1enzo]

Enzo nods, remembers that Danny can't see it, and tugs the teen toward the stairs.

[fryertuck]

A voice emanates from Danny's headphones. "Yo, Danny! You read me, dude?"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

It made Danny jump.

"Stealth mission, Tuck. Stealth mission," he hissed.

[a1enzo]

Enzo starts slightly too; he could hear that, a little.

[fryertuck]

"Right. Sorry. Just testing the equipment. Visuals check out. Nice house! Very retro."

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Danny heard another voice a little, and it sounded like it was maybe that cyborg guy that was Ray's friend who'd helped with the digitizers.

"Listen, make sure we keep that going the whole time if you can. That way if they lose, and Mainframe's about to go up, we'll know we need to close the door to protect the bar."

Danny frowned. "We're not going to lose."

[fryertuck]

"That's the plan." (This is probably being addressed to the other voice.) "Chill, dude. Just covering the bases. And getting some sweet footage while we're at it!"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"It's a house. Admittedly, it's like a video game house, but still: a house."

But he was amused. There was no way Tucker couldn't be enthusiastic about this.

[a1enzo]

Enzo's pretty enthusiastic as well. Danny may be able to feel him bouncing. "I wanna say hi!"

He's like that when Dot's using a vidwindow, too.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Wryly, "Technically you just did. He probably heard that."

[fryertuck]

The voice comes loud enough for both of them to hear it: "Loud and clear. Hi, Enzo!"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"The clear's fine, but can we go with less loud? We're going out onto the street now."

They were indeed invisibly phasing through the door and heading out into the street.

[fryertuck]

"Roger that. Clamming up now," whisper the FentonPhones. The rest is silence.

[a1enzo]

Dude! They just stepped through the door! It tingled all over, and he could feel the doorframe passing through his insides.

Awesome!

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

For some reason, Danny had expecting the street to be either empty or full of screaming people.

It was just habit to expect that of a crisis--either people hid in their homes or ran around screaming.

But the whole "She's controlling everyone" aspect of it sunk in as they went out into the street.

The Mainframers were just...going about their business on the street, but with these huge smiles on their faces and the same green veins on their bodies.

He heard a random binome exclaim: "Praise be to Daemon!"

...Also, they were all apparently boxes and spheres with legs and faces.

If he didn't deal with weird ghosts on a daily basis, he would have boggled a little more than he was already doing.

He made them both float up off the ground.

"Which way, Enzo?" He'd looked at the map but it wasn't exactly the best map.

[a1enzo]

On the bright side, the map highlights things like back alleys and other points of childish interest.

Enzo knew a bit more what to expect, since he'd seen them bringing Turbo down to the cells. But so many of them... people he knew... this was creepy.

It almost made him ignore the fact that he was flying without a vehicle. Dude!

He shakes his head and makes himself focus. "That way," he says, pointing. Real helpful, kid.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"...If you're pointing I can't see it, dude. Left or right?"

[a1enzo]

"Oh, right, sorry. Um, I don't mean right like right, we wanna go left, I just... here." He tugs Danny to the left.

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

Off to the left they went, and higher up, too, so that they could get a good view of the street and the principal office up ahead.

It might have been smarter sticking to the alleys and going visible when he could to conserve energy but they had no idea how much time they had left before Daemon corrupted the entire net, and they couldn't risk being seen until they brought the actual first wave of fighters through. He was making a straight run for it, flying pretty quickly, though not his top speed because even though whatever let him fly extended to whoever he touched, it still might have been too jarring to Enzo.

There was green, everywhere down below, threaded through everything, glowing, sick. Mainframe wasn't his home, but Danny got a flash of Amity Park looking the same, and wondered how Enzo felt seeing it all like that.

Up here there was less risk of being heard, so while Danny spoke quietly, he didn't whisper anymore.

"You've done a really good job so far, Enzo, gathering the reinforcements and everything. Dot and Bob will be really proud of you."

[a1enzo]

Under other circumstances, Enzo would love Danny to fly him at top speed. At the moment...

He's used to living in a system with a certain amount of viral corruption. Megabyte controlled most of Ghetty Prime, back when. But he controlled it through the people, and through intimidation, and most of them wanted their freedom. Daemon's infected the entire system, software and firmware alike, and the system is happy to have it so. And she's marked her territory.

Enzo closes his eyes, but his eyelids are invisible, and it doesn't help.

He jumps slightly when Danny speaks. But, fortunately, it was exactly the right thing to say. Enzo beams, even if Danny can't see it. "Thanks, Danny!" Then he tugs on his arm. "There it is, the big round one, see?"

[goinghost.livejournal.com]

"I see it."

He saw what was going on around and on top of it, too, even if it was from a distance.