"seems like it--but it's also data collection." her mouth turned a little. "speaking of which, you should let me look at the chip."

lulu certainly wouldn't have stuck the thing in her phone. she was reminded briefly of Emma Wolfe 's tracker incident.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]to be fair to theo, he barely uses his smartphone. he pulls it back out of his pocket and extends it over to her.

"password is one-one-one-one-one-one."

it takes him a moment to realize.

"oh, wait. the chip's in the back."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

lulu gawked at him for a moment before sighing and finally moving a piece on the board. she then reached for the phone, flipping it over and removing a panel.

”why do you even have a password, theo?”

it wasn’t even a password, really. it was numerical, and it sucked.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]his attention returns to the board when she finally moves a piece. he leans forward, calculating and planning.

her question distracts him.

"to stop people from going into my phone."

simple, really.

he carelessly moves a piece.

"you don't have a password on yours?"

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

“hm.”

she was suddenly questioning his competency, wondering how far this neglect of security extended.

though more pre-occupied with the phone, her opposite arm moved a piece.

"i do."

the panel separated, and she eyed the chip before removing and setting it down flat. a desktop magnifying light was pulled over and maneuvered downward on its bending stem. the bright light was flicked on and she stood from her chair to peer at it, turning it over.

after examination she put it back into the phone, and typed his password. 1-1-1-1-1-1. with a few light strokes, a command prompt was opened, and her thumbs went to work across from him, not peering up from the screen.

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]sometimes, the best password is the one people never expect because it's too fucking simple, but of course, against a tool like a decryptor, his would likely fail the test.

up against a random grunt, though?

genius.

he says nothing and simply watches her work.

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

after checking all the inlets, there seemed to be nothing intruding on theo’s poorly secured phone at that moment—but there was a trace of something.

dimensionch drktriad mcno1102

she looked up, and then slid over the device.

“that’s what they left behind. what do you make of that?”

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]the phone's picked back up, glanced at, and set back down.

"are they usernames? dark triad sounds like something priam conrad would use."

he knows little of usernames, gamer tags, but he knows enough from his conversations with the youngsters of rocket.

"i'll see what i can find on them."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

lulu pulled the pad of paper over and jotted down the words she’d found, replacing the pen stop it and leaving it all off to the side.

”keep me updated, if you would. i’ll do some digging myself.”

her eyes returned to the board and her knight moved into place.

”check.”

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]"i will."

check?

caught by surprise, he's left having to think on the fly, analyzing and predicting the best he can.

his king moves into a tight corner, likely to be trapped within the next few rounds.

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint

Her tactic proved effective, pushing the king back. She then went for his rook.

Briefly, her gaze shifted to the lettering on the paper again, unable to fully turn her attention from it. It was gravitational.

“Do you think it might be someone in Rocket?”

THEO BECKETT

[attr="class","beck"]his rook is taken, further pushing him into an unfavorable position. he attempts to escape it, knowing he'll likely fail.

"no."

he shakes his head.

"no one's capable enough apart from you or Raphael Pryde."

[attr="class","noodles"]Lulu Flint