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What, was "Rudy" on cable last night?

. . . Yes.


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Geneva, Switzerland, late Thursday night (local time)
James Sterling, formerly IYS Insurance, now an agent of Interpol, was good. He was very, very good, quite possibly the top of his field. The number of times he'd backed Eliot and his team into a tie -- always a tie, never a win, not on either side -- was testament enough to that. The was no way Eliot would've been able to track the man down on his own, not across the 190 member countries the man could be working in at any given time.

Of course, James Sterling also had a daughter. And no matter how well Sterling had trained Olivia, she was still a teenager. Teenagers were idiots. They made mistakes. As had Sterling, it turned out, when he brought the Leverage team in on his mission to rescue her. The key to finding Sterling was simply to find Olivia.

There were easier ways to get the intel Eliot had promised Leland. For instance, he could be trying to bust into Interpol headquarters in Lyon, France, or one of the handful of regional offices around the world. A massive security system and actual armies worth of guards would definitely be easier than going directly after a man who knew Eliot's face and MO as well as Sterling did. But -- it just wouldn't be anywhere near as satisfying.

Yeah, Eliot thought, when Sterling clicked on the light after returning from dropping Olivia back off at her swanky Swiss boarding school for the night and saw Eliot sitting in the living room of his suite. This was much more satisfying.

"Spencer." Sterling actually managed to look almost bored when he said it. "To what do I owe the pleasure."

Eliot stood, cracking his knuckles and his neck. "Nah, Sterling. Pleasure's all mine."

The door fell shut behind Sterling and the fight was on.

Sterling had apparently learned a new trick or two, since the last time Eliot had beaten him up. For instance: this time he used his baton to desperately whack at Eliot's head instead of his hip. He managed to land a blow that split the skin over Eliot's right eyebrow, but that mostly just made Eliot angry.

A hotel like this one was going to be well-insured, so Eliot didn't worry too much about the damage to that wall.

"The hell do you want?!" Sterling shouted as Eliot slammed him down onto the desk (nice one, too, real mahogany; Eliot liked it when a place put that kind of effort into interior design) and pinned him in place.

"Who said I want anythin'?" Eliot smirked down at him, then yanked him up by his collar and slammed him back down again. Sterling gurgled, and Eliot frowned, knocking his head into the desk a few more times until Sterling stopped squirming. He stepped back, letting Sterling slide to the floor, and watched him for a few moments to make sure he was unconscious, then pushed his hair out of his face and winced. He pressed his thumb against the split on his forehead, then kicked Sterling in the foot once for good measure before rifling through his pockets to find his phone and any other electronics he might have on him. He figured those and the laptop should cover it.

Of course, if he just took them with him, then Sterling would know this was more than just a random revenge beat-down. Which meant Sterling would come after him. Maybe follow him to Fandom, put the students in the line of fire.

Eliot looked over the small collection of computer equipment. He dug around in his own pocket until he pulled out one of Hardison's magic little hacker thumb drive things, then looked at the electronics again. ". . . Dammit."

He was going to have to call Hardison.

[ooc: for him -- and let's be honest, potentially her -- on the other end of the phone.]

"Can--can I--man, did you really just call me to ask stupid ass questions?" Hardison demanded. "No, Eliot, I can't. Technology is like witchcraft, it can't pass over running water. Leave some bread and honey out and maybe the house elves will hook you up."

If you wanted a helpful Hardison, you shouldn't have left with just a stupid message.

He hadn't anticipated needing that help. Which was admittedly pretty dumb on its own.

"I've got one of your thumb drive things," Eliot said. "Can you -- zero in on that?"

Six years later, and he still had very little idea what Hardison actually did.

"Seriously, Eliot? Seriously?" Hardison scrubbed his face, wincing a little as he hit the small scab on his chin. "Please tell me you're just bored and messin' around before you apologize for just takin' off without your crew. Because I have had one weird day already and listenin' to you ask questions that I have answered roughly one million times since we met is just gonna irritate me."

He'd met Pinkie Pie today, Eliot. There wasn't enough anchovy and pineapple pizza in the WORLD to make up for that.

"What? What kind of weird day?" Did Fandom attack Hardison while he was gone? "You and Parker okay?" Dammit, he didn't have time for this. Sterling wasn't going to stay unconscious all night. "Look, I need to get this done and then I can come back, alright? So just -- tell me this thing can hack through Interpol's firewalls."

"Yeah, we're fine. I just met the damn pony today."

Enough said.

"Now what is it that you got? I can't answer your questions if I don't know which thumb drive of mine you have. Did you grab one of the ones where I integrated an RFID chip into the casing? Cause I can track that. Did you grab one where I ported a virus over to it? Cause then you could just plug it in and let it do the work."

Don't mind Hardison, he was just repurposing several satellites to see if he could track the signal from Eliot's cell to its origination point, doo de doo de doo.

"This would be hella easier if I knew what you were doing, you know. I need more than a few comments to figure out what's what. I was meta for-Encyclopedia Brown, remember? Not Mr. Hotshot Reboot Brit-tective."

That was absolutely enough said. Though now Eliot was disappointed he'd missed it. He wondered which one of them managed to talk the other's ear off first.

"How the hell should I know what's in the case?" Eliot asked, turning the thumb drive over. "It was on the left. On your desk."

It was super smooth, how he just straight up didn't bother to answer any of Hardison's questions about where he was or what he was doing.

You hear that sound, Eliot? That was the sound of nerves fraying, teeth grinding, and jaws clenching. It was the sound of one hacker praying to god and all the little angels up in heaven for patience.

It was the sound of orange soda being cracked open. Hell yeah it was.

"Gimme a damn minute to see which one is missing," Hardison growled into the phone, extricating himself out of Parker's lamprey-like hold and ruffling Megabyte's silky ears so she knew that this daddy wasn't just gonna abandon her.

"All right," he said. "Flip it over and check out the serial number imbedded on the stick. Does in end in -57Hb2?"

Eliot flipped it over, then had to lean into the light from the living room to be able to see it clearly. "Yeah. Which kind does that make this?"

"The kind that ain't been improved yet," Hardison said, rolling his eyes. "See, what I do is buy a bunch of thumb drives in bulk and then spend time improving them, optimizing them for different functions. Like, some some drives come equipped with worms to infiltrate firewalls and other security protocols. Others come with viruses and trojans to overload a system, like when we don't wanna hack a network, we just wanna bring it down. Others have programs written into them that automatically copy all the data on the computer's hard drive and then delete as it goes. The problem with thumb drives are that they have limited space. So you task each drive for one thing, rather than making it capable of doing them all, you feel me?"

Hardison was clearly winding up for a long and involved explanation here.

Parker had woken up by now, and listened enough to realize that Hardison could be talking to only one person.

"Where is he?" she hissed, tip-toeing over, Ratman T-shirt hanging off her shoulders. "Why didn't he say where he was going? WHERE ARE YOU, ELIOT?"

That might deafen him a little, but Parker lost her fight with self-control very suddenly.

Eliot winced. "I've only been gone one day," he growled. "And what you're tellin' me is that this thing is useless."

Sterling groaned, and Eliot stalked over to smack his head into the floor again.

"I got a limited window here. What if I gave you the address and room number for the hotel?"

It wasn't like Eliot didn't already know that Hardison was tracing the call, after all.

"You bailed on us with a damn message which didn't say nothin' useful at all and left your phone and your earbud behind," Hardison growled. "Hell yeah we're worried! We're your crew! You don't just bail on crew!"

And the sound of flesh against something unyielding did not make Hardison rest any easier.

"The address and room number? What, am I supposed to send you room service? You wanna be really useful, gimme the IP address and the router key." He caught Parker's eye and nodded towards the couch, taking his seat and grabbing his laptop again. "Did you mention Interpol? Are you in Lyon? London? What the hell are you doing, anyway?"

Parker scowled and followed him over, then said, "Megabyte was worried. She doesn't understand. We gave her dog cookies to make up for it but she still doesn't get it, and I don't either."

Displeased Parker is very displeased.

She put her pointy chin on Hardison's shoulder and muttered to him, "We could've helped in person and this wouldn't be going sideways on him."

"Girl, I know that and you know that and even Megabyte knows that, but some people just don't understand the true power of friendship."

Look, his introduction to Pinkie had been very enlightening, okay?!

"Who the hell is Megabyte?" Eliot shook his head, resisting the urge to just toss the room for the router. Which -- "It's a freaking hotel, Hardison, there's no router in here!" He went back to the laptop, turned it over and scowled, then opened up the cellphone to see if he could get it to connect to the hotel's network. "I'm in Geneva, alright?" His instinct was to tell them everything, which surprised him just a little. He wasn't sure when that happened. He had his mouth open to explain when a wave of panic washed over him.

They were thieves. They might take the necklace.

"I'm running -- Quinn called in his marker." And that was the first time Eliot had outright lied to them. Not fudged. Not joked with. Lied. "That's all I can tell ya. Sendin' you the wifi information now."

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