Insight HQ;

@Baekhyun Not really. Unless you do something I don't like.", he said with a serious manner, not really caring on what he said next except for the part that he knew about the code. It wasn't such a threat since they tend to change the system every other day to prevent others to memorize their passcode. It was actually quite a relief, having taught the morse code to several members who has yet to know it since they really need those kinds of things to pass on a secret message. Still, someone's gonna get an earful once he knew who left the door ajar or that member might even be kicked out of the crew if he desires. All depends in his mood the moment he saw the culprit.

"A request?", he smirked slightly, feeling his ego inflate knowing that he can be of help to others. Well, someone asking a request from you means they trust your skills so what if this person is a gang leader then the feeling multiplies to two. The wheels of his chair moved as he shifted his weight towards the table before stopping as he examined the blueprint in his hands that he was quite familiar to. Memories of his father flashed back to him and he remembered how his father taught him the language of hacking. He shook the thoughts away and continued to listen intently on what the other was saying.

"Well, the right time for you to enter that place is...", he checked his watch before resuming his statement, "about 1:45." Simon knew bits of information about the in and out time of the place and he had always waited for his father to arrive at home every night. A reason why he always had this dark circles around his eyes back then before his father explained to him the schedule of changing shifts in his work. There are 3 shifts so as to avoid any employes from lack of rest and each shift change every 15 minutes before 16 hours of idleness at home. "Why do you seem to always surprise me tonight? And may I know who this person you're looking for?", he said with a trace of amusement in his voice. He knew how well each gang has the capacity to cover their tracks well and move from one place to other every week so having someone at the FBI being able to trace them was somewhat unbelievable.

@Baekhyun Simon would be too dumb not to notice that an unknownn person entered the place. The garage was big but not enough for it to cover the click of the opening door. He picked up his gun situated just beneath the desk. A silencer was attached to the gun since he wouldn't want to attract attention of a passerby with the loud bang of the gun. Truthfully, it was for emergencies only but this can be considered as an emergency. The members that are either allowed or not allowed in here knew their morse code password that they would have to do before going straight for the door to the main lair. It was something that they had made up when they were just starting the gang and since then they had made it a point to let all the crew members memorized the code.

The door opened after Simon stood up behind his large ergonomical chair, using it as his only protection. He pointed the gun towards the entryway before putting it down and sighing in a relief. It was only the Black Cobra's very own leader. Remembering about their crews' own feud, he kep the gun in his hand for protection while listening to the other. "What are you doing here?", he asked with gritted teeth and crunched eyebrows. He was not feeling good today for any arguments about anything whether related or not to their gangs. "It's not like you to be here. Wouldn't you prefer assassinating someone right now?", he asked exasperatedly as he sat down on his chair once again. He knew completely well about their organization besides he wouldn't be an experienced hacker if he wasn't able to know bits of information about the other big gangs.

The dark orange rays of sunlight slowly faded as darkness took over with only the brightness of the moon and stars lightning up the skies above. The creatures of darkness slowly but steadily filled the empty alleyways of the city, trying to mark it as their territory. Local gangs trying to act so tough but if met by a member of one of the four widely-known gangs then they will try to run and whimper like what a kid does when faced by imaginary monsters. They should who to mess with and who not to mess with because if something goes wrong then you won't be able to witness that sunlight which protects them from the darkness.

Inside a dark enclosed garage were several lined-up top quality computers either stolen or bought with own money but each has the capability to hack even complicated devices. The computers were updated almost every hour to its latest system so that it would be easier for experienced hackers to protect their own device against malicious softwares the FBI has been trying to send them. This garage was only one of the many garages the gang has provided for its own members but this one was the biggest of them all and has the highest quality computers. Not like the others doesn't have computers like this but theirs were just slightly different from these. Only selected members were allowed to enter this place as this had been considered as the sanctuary of the very own leader of the crew.

The dark green text from the computer reflected at the glasses of Simon as if it were trying to block the dangerousness of the UV rays the devices were giving off. Over the years, his eye vision has slowly deteriorated making him vulnerable when his glasses were taken off unless he was wearing contacts. Simon's hands flew from the keyboard to the mouse as he was yet again on a project to retrieve a classified file of a criminal and destroy it along with it's acquired evidence. SUCCESS. The large font text blinked for at least five seconds in the monitor before it went back to its last preview. 'Another day, another cash.', he thought to himself as he wondered how easy he had been earning money for the past few years leaving him capable of providing him a bank account that can last for a whole generation. He leaned against his black ergonomic chair, feeling a little bit free after finishing the job that made him work overnight.