(I wanted to make clear that I have obvious problems with the above post, despite that I will try to adapt as much as possible)<br/><br/>David opened up his laptop once again, when he saw the vans, he clicked on thumbnail number three. It enlarged, and he saw men carrying equipment, he took a closer look, his eyes widened, he realized what it was...his father was going to replace the system. ''<em>Fuck....fuck fuck fuck....No...no, I WILL prevent this....I WILL NOT hand him control....I'd rather take five of the Benzodiazepine I take for sleeping and suffer a fucking coma then give him control!</em>'' David was quite serious about this, he needed control, without it, he was nothing. He opened up a program, asking for a password, instead of typing something though, he spoke. ''Code Black: Engage Emergency Protocol Alpha....and Beta'' he said.<br/><br/>The laptop gave a happy beep. ''Voice Order recognized, have a nice day!'' a female voice said from the laptop. David was prepared, unless they had changed the physical cable of the network he would still win. Protocol Alpha made sure a virus was sent down the network, resting in the middle of the network. As soon as it was hooked up again, the first thing the network virus would do was create a new invisible admin profile, and hand the credentials to David, he would not lose if they did not change the cable, Protocol Beta made sure that a virus was sent in the network, which was now nestling in his fathers computer, hiding as a random system sound file, should the cable be replaced, then Beta would make sure David got the data anyways, but in it's encrypted form, so David had to crack the credentials if only Beta worked.<br/><br/>He grabbed the remote and clicked the mute button several times again, he then pressed the OFF button, disabling electronics in his room, making sure his own personal wireless network was hidden, which managed the stuff in his room, he would take no risks. ''Allright dad...spec-ops or no fucking spec-ops, I will win'' he muttered. Just in time, as he got the text from Terror. Grabbing a small number of small pins and putting them in his pocket, magnets, meant to disrupt networks and signals. he went downstairs, being the first there. He greeted them, no hint of hate or dislike on his face. ''Good morning men...Father...'' he said simply, staying polite.