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Warren Sanchez always has an affinity for technology. Computers seemed to bend at his every whim for as long as the seventeen year old could remember. And while Neo York City was a great place for technological advancement, Warren was confined to the middle class and slums, which wasn’t as prone to technology advancement as the upper class. But still Warren could make a good buck making, hacking, and buying and selling computers on the black market. This entire process was how the boy had supported himself without the help of his deadbeat father, who spent all his mother’s child support checks on booze.
But it didn’t really matter that much. He could support himself and maybe he could survive the rest of the year, and head off to some college and get a degree. And hopefully be out of this trashy part of the city by then. Little did he know that his affinity for technology had already set him down a path for disaster.
-That Previous Night-
A tall boy wearing a black mask and black clothing ran across a rooftop of an apartment building. He stopped at the edge of a building and glared down towards a black limo that had pulled to a stop in front of a casino. The driver’s door opened and a man in a cap and suit scurried out to open the door behind where he had been sitting. Out of the back of the limo stepped a short man in a neat teal suit.
“There he is. Grant Dante. One of Mayor Jacobson’s righthand men and one of the leaders of the Anti-Meta Squardon.” The young mans in black said as the man walked into the casino. “While he is a strict man to his laws, he has a soft spot for gambling. This is one of his many gambling spots.” The young man had the plan to kill him.
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As Warren walked through the kitchen, he could hear the noise from the TV blaring, along with the loud snores from his drunken father. The boy crept into the living rooom to switch it off when he heard this announcement.
“Breaking news. Last night, an unknown and unregistered Meta tried to assinate Grant Dante. Mr. Dante is a leading general as apart of the Anti-Meta Squardon who are know for their efforts to stop Meta crime. The attempt failed when a soldier who had been hidden in the crowd upon Mr. Dante’s request, fired a shot at the assialent’s shoulder. The Meta fled at this point and is still at large. Mr. Dante is unharmed and there were no civilian injuries.”
Warren shrugged as he walked past to turn off the TV. These dumb Metas never seemed to learn. There was no point. Best hide your powers or leave the damn city. Warren was unaware that he had this unique ability. He thought he was normal.
He grabbed his handmade laptop and bag, and left the house making sure to lock the door. Just another day for him right. He gave a shrug and made his way towards his High School, Samuel Perkinson Central High School.
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Warren Sanchez always has an affinity for technology. Computers seemed to bend at his every whim for as long as the seventeen year old could remember. And while Neo York City was a great place for technological advancement, Warren was confined to the middle class and slums, which wasn’t as prone to technology advancement as the upper class. But still Warren could make a good buck making, hacking, and buying and selling computers on the black market. This entire process was how the boy had supported himself without the help of his deadbeat father, who spent all his mother’s child support checks on booze.
But it didn’t really matter that much. He could support himself and maybe he could survive the rest of the year, and head off to some college and get a degree. And hopefully be out of this trashy part of the city by then. Little did he know that his affinity for technology had already set him down a path for disaster.
-That Previous Night-
A tall boy wearing a black mask and black clothing ran across a rooftop of an apartment building. He stopped at the edge of a building and glared down towards a black limo that had pulled to a stop in front of a casino. The driver’s door opened and a man in a cap and suit scurried out to open the door behind where he had been sitting. Out of the back of the limo stepped a short man in a neat teal suit.
“There he is. Grant Dante. One of Mayor Jacobson’s righthand men and one of the leaders of the Anti-Meta Squardon.” The young mans in black said as the man walked into the casino. “While he is a strict man to his laws, he has a soft spot for gambling. This is one of his many gambling spots.” The young man had the plan to kill him.
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As Warren walked through the kitchen, he could hear the noise from the TV blaring, along with the loud snores from his drunken father. The boy crept into the living rooom to switch it off when he heard this announcement.
“Breaking news. Last night, an unknown and unregistered Meta tried to assinate Grant Dante. Mr. Dante is a leading general as apart of the Anti-Meta Squardon who are know for their efforts to stop Meta crime. The attempt failed when a soldier who had been hidden in the crowd upon Mr. Dante’s request, fired a shot at the assialent’s shoulder. The Meta fled at this point and is still at large. Mr. Dante is unharmed and there were no civilian injuries.”
Warren shrugged as he walked past to turn off the TV. These dumb Metas never seemed to learn. There was no point. Best hide your powers or leave the damn city. Warren was unaware that he had this unique ability. He thought he was normal.
He grabbed his handmade laptop and bag, and left the house making sure to lock the door. Just another day for him right. He gave a shrug and made his way towards his High School, Samuel Perkinson Central High School.