🐒 @ridertimelines
Keeping track of things from here was hard. Not just the logistics of trying to monitor the timestream like that group of Future Starfleet from Voyager, but also emotionallly. Most of the people he spent time with were in the distant past, before his parents were born, and he had tried twice to contact Bobbi and/or Hunter for companionship if not the science. But right now, he was trying to hack into this group he’d heard about that had some expertise with temporal theory—which Fitz couldn’t stress enough wasn’t his field—to try to steal some of their research or at least get their attention to get their help.
ridertimelines
As he continues his search, it becomes apparent the hacker is still interested in learning about them.
Leo patches in one of his teammates, allowing Fitz to connect directly with an armored warrior whose helmet looks like a cross between a knight and a blue whale.
“So you’ve made it this far. Understand, our organization doesn’t get hacked unless we allow it. If you’re willing to discuss matters with us, head outside and find the nearest reflective surface. I’ll be waiting.”
“Reflective surface,” Fitz scoffed, wishing he were here on Earth for more than a pit stop, wishing he could enjoy the proper sunlight and the fresh air. Fitz opened the command prompt just for the sake of communication:
under surveillance exiting premises inadvisable
There’s a slight ringing sound, and a hand reaches out from a nearby mirror, just offering Fitz a thumb’s up. It turns to a beckoning motion to put Fitz’s hand into the hand in the mirror. Cardiff doesn’t joke about this sort of thing.
