New Church Of Humanity, New Direction (ft James Maxfield)

Elliott stared at the website. Criminal Minds was on in the background. Some guy was getting arrested by the team again. They had figured out something about him, something that could help them figure out who the criminal was and track him down. Elliott tilted his tumbler of whiskey back and took a sip. He wished he could figure out a way to hack THIS website to figure out who the criminal behind it was and track HIM down. This wasn't something Megara could do. She was a talented woman at finding out information using her robot spiders, and she was fully capable of digging up information other ways, but... really, he just didn't want to bother her with it. He didn't want to bother anyone else either. This was off the books. It was something new. Something he wasn't certain was in the same vein as Ragnarok usually ran in. It wasn't about chaos or explosions or crazy carnage. There was no arson... yet. There could be. They would see. This had the potential for chaos and trouble, but... it had a focus. Kind of like his gang war. There was a direction. And...

The Church of Humanity. This was like that. An Anti-mutant hate group. The Church of Humanity had been massacred by Aura and The Order. These guys weren't them... except in spirit. Their name? Well... The New Church of Humanity. Anti-mutant zealots really weren't very creative people. The website banner for the new church of Humanity glared dark red against a black background in painful comic sans. The kiwi green text elaborating their mission made a vein in his forehead throb. For all the appearance of the website, for all it's tick marks on the 'do not do this please ' web designer list it met, its coding... was actually fiendishly impressive. To a novice who had no hacking experience. And didn't want to call someone to hack it like that kid who had given him pizza and celebrated his explosive requisition form. And may have been drinking and on his third tumbler of whiskey. But! He couldn't figure it freaking out! His web code for dummies book wasn't helping. Eff it!

"Suri," Elliott slurred into his cellphone. "Suri. How do I break this website's cyber security?"

"I've found several websites that might help you..." the computerized voice said. He'd set it to an Australian woman's voice because it amused him. How she pronounced some words was just-- haha! Okay. Yes. He looked at the search results, really ogled them. One of the top hits had a number. It wasn't too late to call their customer support. Maybe he could hire a technician? Did they do that? Would they come out and help him? Was that stupid? Was he drunk? Heh heh heh. This was a fantastic idea! He finished his drink, then stumbled up out of his chair and over to a mini fridge, kicking a beer can out of his way with a two-toed foot as he went. He cracked it open and pulled out a glass bottle of craft beer. A honey brown. He opened it with the bottle opener magnet, and let the bottle cap fall into the basket beside the fridge.

Elliott took a long swig and walked back to his desk and his laptop. He flopped down on the bean bag on the floor to the left of his desk chair, stared at his computer above him on the desk, and sighed.

" $&*%!"

Well, whatever. He had his cellphone. He called the hotline on the website. Maybe he could get directed to a freaking technician, if that even worked for him. They would see.

Elliott took another long swig. Beer before liquor, never been sicker. Liquor before beer and you're in the clear. He was in the clear. So he could just finish this and the guy would be over by the time he finished the call, right? Right?! He was drunk.