Oni sat, still transfixed on the spot that he couldn’t see. He imagined the man there and the blood and scattered bits of hardware left behind. It was like being submerged in ice cold water suddenly, the shock so hard you want to scream, but nothing comes out. BB noticed his distress, but also knew that there was nothing to be done. His response would either be to continue or phase out. It waited, for what seemed like years, for Oni to make a decision. The Major’s bark of an order did not cause him to jump again, but he did move. His brain continued its normal flow as it travelled beyond the sudden violence. He knew that this was what he was waiting for. What it meant to be a black hat. And he intended to see it through.<br/><br/>Walking to Sofia as she dragged the body, Oni grimaced and grabbed the legs to make things easier. He may have been able to do the job himself, but there was no reason to go off trying to impress the boss on the first day. He helped choose a window already broken and chucked the poor bastard out. He could have sworn he heard someone scoff as they were walking back to their seats, but he didn’t see who it was. Apparently there was no love lost for the fuck-up that killed a few of their people. Clearly understandable. Back at the table, The Major was giving her bad guy monologue. He was certain that she’d given it before…almost like those guys you see in movies whipping recruits into shape, like they’ve been doing it for years, because they had. The tension-breaker came from Iffie, and he couldn’t help but chuckle at the hologram. He was a classical music guy himself, so he could appreciate the display.<br/><br/>He was listening to the laundry list of things to do. He had already assumed the shoring of defenses, so that was already in his mind. Linking with Iffie would be…interesting. The chance to go, as he’d heard it called, “feet-wet” was something he was ready to sign on for anyway. He stared at his hand and clenched and unclenched it slowly. He was ready. He’d give ‘em a show and leave them wanting more.<br/><br/>A raised eyebrow immediately followed the Major’s request for paper notes.<em>‘Paper? Who the hell uses paper anymore’</em>he though, at a complete loss. He went from lost to perturbed at the insult given to BB. They’d never understand how important BB was to him. They still only viewed machines as tools, even Iffie, under constant threat of explosive deactivation. All the same, he would comply. There would be more than enough time to help them see the error of their ways.<br/><br/>At the Major’s prompting, Oni decided to speak now, or forever hold his piece. Standing, he gave his attention directly to the Major. “Well, Major, first…the dig against BB was unfair. I hope to show you why in the future. Second, nothing is hack-proof. Anyone who tells you something is, should have been shot earlier than today. What I plan to deliver is a well-scheduled maintenance of the office set-up, as well as anything minor the other ladies would like to come to me for. As sysop, I will be right alongside you all, making adjustments to situations on the fly. I will need someone to cover my handsome ass if I have to go deep to make certain kinds of changes, but I’m sure you have already thought of that. I’ve…I’ve never killed anyone before. Not directly, at least. If you’re asking that of me…I don’t know what I would be able to do.”<br/><br/>Slightly embarrassed, he sat back down slowly “So…does anyone have some paper, and something to write with? I’m fresh out.”<br/>