✚ recall // all systems down;
X & Y.
Park Chanyeol doesn’t have a lot of marketable skills aside from eating and hacking. So when he says it’s not an easy feat to break into Suho’s server, it’s really not an easy fucking feat to break into Suho’s server.
“Fuck,” Chanyeol cussed, hitting yet another dead-end. He’d tried every possible backdoor method, every possible worm and virus to edge him in. All he needed was one small opening, a little bit of the information to leak out, and he could get the dam bursting. But Suho’s firewalls were impenetrable, and if Chanyeol wasn’t standing on the other side of it, he’d honestly applaud for the man’s ingenuity. Unfortunately, Suho was in the way of Chanyeol’s claim for riches. Defeat didn’t sit well with Chanyeol either.
In the end, it’s a cheapshot that Chanyeol uses to get in. He’d attacked Suho’s servers on the image front, sending spambots to do his job. While Suho’s system was identifying the spambots as non-threatening, Chanyeol slipped in his virus with a similar coding make-up. The moment his Seeker (he liked to name his programmes, getting as affectionate with them as one would a dear pet) got in, he literally jumped for joy, letting out a loud whoop! that shook his tower of crusty bowls.
His next step had been to download Suho’s programme into the harddrive. Fortunately, his employees had only sought the mainframe, and not the information. They said that as long as they could replicate the system, it’d be fine. The intricacies of how it worked, the customer base… that could be figured out later. Honestly, Chanyeol didn’t give a fuck as long as he could do as they’d requested. He kept his eyes fixed on the download bar, slowly inching from 0 to 100. It’s only when the bar was completely full that he relaxed, wheezing out a contented sigh.
He took a well-deserved shower, washing himself off of the grime. Then he called his employers, and arranged to meet them in the corner cafe of the city. In his elation, he’d neglected to turn off his Seeker programme. As Chanyeol exits the room, thumbdrive safely tucked in the front of his jacket, his computer lets out a sad, dying beep—the sound of a high-alert threat being discovered. Suho’s system had found him.