The X-Project

After his snarky reply to her letter, Domino finds Nate online to browbeat him. Amazingly, they manage to figure out a little about his mystery weekend in between the cursing and snarling at each other.



LadyLuck13: You!
LadyLuck13: Do I need to fly over there today and beat the crap out of you?
GunForHire: Bite me.
LadyLuck13: Oh, that's so very mature.
GunForHire: Hey, you're the one treating me like a child.
LadyLuck13: You're the one who waltzed happily into a trap.
GunForHire: I'm logging off now.
LadyLuck13: No, you're not. Or I really will fly over there today.
GunForHire: Like hell you are.
LadyLuck13: I can be at the airport in an hour.
GunForHire: Dom! For fuck's sake!
LadyLuck13: Shut the hell up. I'm not allowed to be worried and pissed?
GunForHire: ...you're not allowed to take it out on me.
LadyLuck13: I am not taking it out on you.
GunForHire: Yes, you are.
LadyLuck13: No, I'm not.
GunForHire: I'm fine. Charles doesn't think I'm dangerous.
LadyLuck13: Charles doesn't 'think'?
GunForHire: He checked me out. Didn't want to push too hard just yet.
LadyLuck13: Why?
GunForHire: Whatever they did, they did it fast. Left a bit of a mess behind, I guess.
LadyLuck13: Shit, Nate.
GunForHire: I'm fine.
LadyLuck13: That's not particularly convincing.
GunForHire: That's your problem.
LadyLuck13: You are such a son of a bitch at times.
GunForHire: So you've told me. Many times.
LadyLuck13: I'm really tempted to just throw some shit in a bag and come.
LadyLuck13: Why the hell didn't you take Pete? Have you figured that out yet?
GunForHire: I don't want to talk about that.
LadyLuck13: You don't want to talk about it, or thinking about it gives you a headache?
GunForHire: ...both.
LadyLuck13: You know what that is, right? The headache, I mean.
GunForHire: Yeah.
LadyLuck13: Are you sure you don't want me to come?
GunForHire: I'll be okay until next weekend, Dom. Not going anywhere.
LadyLuck13: So maybe I overdid it with the ground rules shit. But you know you have to be careful, right?
GunForHire: I know...
LadyLuck13: No taking phone calls. No IMs from names you don't recognize. You ought to have someone screening your email, too.
GunForHire: IMs...
LadyLuck13: What?
GunForHire: Give me a sec here... I should have done this before...
LadyLuck13: Nate! What?
GunForHire: I'm checking to see if there are any logs I don't recognize.
LadyLuck13: Nate, be careful.
GunForHire: ...oh fuck.
LadyLuck13: WHAT?
GunForHire: 'Simonides'. There's a log here with someone using the name Simonides.
GunForHire: As in 'Go tell the Spartans'?
LadyLuck13: DON'T open it.
GunForHire: I'll send it to you, I guess...
LadyLuck13: All right... receiving it...
GunForHire: Dom, I... think I'm having deja vu here.
GunForHire: I think I did this already...
GunForHire: ...the file says it was accessed on Monday night.
GunForHire: But I don't remember...
LadyLuck13: ...oh, shit.
GunForHire: What?
LadyLuck13: Do not open that file.
GunForHire: Why??
LadyLuck13: There's a trigger in it.
LadyLuck13: A piece of poetry. This bastard MacInnis triggered you, then told you to come alone.
LadyLuck13: That's why you 'forgot' to ask Pete to back you up.
GunForHire: Fuck.
LadyLuck13: This is weird, Nate... he's talking like he didn't want to do it, and he keeps reassuring you. You seem like you weren't comprehending anything other than direct orders but he's still telling you that it's going to be all right...
GunForHire: He did keep telling me he was trying to help...
LadyLuck13: What I don't understand is why he didn't have you delete this log.
LadyLuck13: Maybe you'd get triggered again and forget if you reread it - I'm guessing that's what happened if you did look at this on Monday - but what if someone else went through your computer?
GunForHire: Maybe he wanted me to be able to find out what happened?
LadyLuck13: Or there's a deeper, weirder game going on here.
LadyLuck13: Make sure Pete sees this.
GunForHire: I will...
LadyLuck13: Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Motherfucking sons of bitches...
GunForHire: Dom, don't go throwing your laptop at the wall or anything.
LadyLuck13: Don't fucking tell me what not to do.
LadyLuck13: You have to be careful, Nate. Promise me.
GunForHire: It doesn't make sense. Why wouldn't they have used this before?
LadyLuck13: I don't care right now. Using it once is bad enough.
LadyLuck13: You promise me. No phone calls. No IMs from anyone but me and Bridge, and you make sure it's us before you talk. No reading any fucking emails from anyone outside the school without someone looking over your shoulder. Promise.
GunForHire: I promise...
LadyLuck13: Good. We'll come back with you and Moira from Muir, check things out.
LadyLuck13: And now I really have to go hit something before I do throw my laptop at the wall.
GunForHire: All right. Talk to you soon.
LadyLuck13: Yeah.
LadyLuck13 signed off at Thu May 6 12:25:24 2004.