AN: So here is my newest story. It picks up directly after Aisha is found out to be Fedel's daughter and before they go to Max's base thingy. Also, I know absolutly nothing about hacking so please ignore that.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Losers or any of the characters except Isabella

Warning: Contains cursing and mild to moderate sexual situations. Hence the M rating.

Hacker Heart

Chapter one- Hacking the Wrong People

"The mystery of love is greater than the mystery of death." -Unknown

Today was good. Very Productive. It was only five pm and in the few hours I had been awake I had: snooped through a bunch of top secret files from the computers of high ranking military figures, snooped around on the facebook pages of all the dicks from my old high school (happily found out that most of then were dead beats, score!), and used someone else's credit card information to pay for the hotel I was currently sitting inside of. Five star too.

All in the day of the life of Isabella Wilson, Computer genius. That's me by the way, if you couldn't tell. I know, pretty amazing life. Just stealing credit card numbers to get from one place to the next.

But that's not what this story is about. This story is about the day that I hacked the wrong person's computer. And that day was today.

Shortly after ordering room service (A bottle of champagne and chicken Alfredo!), I decided to play my favorite game. It didn't have an official name, but if it did it would be called "Hack who ever is in the room next to me and then try to figure out their life story". Not a very catchy name,hence why it didn't have one.

After messing around for a couple of minutes I had by passed this dudes firewalls and was scrolling through his stuff. I quickly figured out that he was a very secretive person: no passwords saved, no social networking sites visited, no pictures, and no documents with any names on them. Weird. Ignoring the weirdness, I decided to keep playing my game.

Web cam! This guy has a web cam! I'll just turn it on and check out who's using the computer than using some facial recognition software I'll search to see who he is! Okay, web cam is on and... this is a good looking man. He was smiling like an idiot and seemed to be mumbling to himself or to the computer. He had short blonde hair that was slightly spiked in the front with a matching goatee. And his eyes, they were the most stunning blue I had ever seen. Oh, and did I mention he wasn't wearing a shirt? So you know, I got a good look at his lightly tanned abs.

Concentrate.

Right, taking a picture then closing his web cam before he even notices me here. Okay, let's see... He has a driver's license from New Hampshire. Expired. Oh, and he is listed as being dead. Killed in action. Awkward. Says here that he and the team he was on all died when the helicopter they were on blew up while leaving a mission in Bolivia.

Well he doesn't look very blown up. Granted I've never seen someone post being blown up but I never expected them to look so in one piece and alive.

And his teammates. There are four of them according to this. Lt. Col. Franklin Clay, Cpt. William Roque, Sgt. Carlos Alvarez, and Sgt. Linwood Porteous. Dude, who names their kid Linwood? That's a dumb ass name. That guy had better have a badass nick name or something.

Why is this very alive looking man being listed as being dead? Did he betray his team in Bolivia? Or are they all alive too?

And now he's looking a girl's soccer team... What? What is he doing? Alright, I'm just going to turn the web cam back on for a second. Just real fast. To see what he's doing. Cos if he's like jacking off to these little girls then that's just messed up.

One of his hands is behind his head and the other he is using to scroll around on the page, good sign. Okay, false alarm.

Time to turn off the camera and remove myself from his computer. But he's just so pretty...

"Um guys." A slightly deep voice comes from my computer I see that it's Jake Jensen and he's looking at his computer very confused, "I think we have a problem."

Oh shit. He knows I hacked him. I gotta get out of here was the only thing running through my head as I grabbed my computer and ran out of the door. Leaving behind all of my clothes and personal items in the room. I know I was just being paranoid and he probably didn't know where the hack was coming from, but you can never be too careful.

"Hey you!" The same voice from before called as the door behind me opened, "Stop!"

And then I could hear two sets of feet pounding behind me just before I felt a large pressure on my back and fell to the ground.

"I told you to stop." Jake's voice said from above me with a growl before turning me over so I could get a better look at him. Well it was probably so he could get a better look at me but whatever. "wow."

"So uh, hi." I said after a moment of awkward silence as I attempted to wiggle out from under him, "It was very nice meeting you, but if you don't mind I really have got to be going."

"You're not going anywhere, little girl." Looking up I saw it was a large black man who was holding a gun pointed at my face. Fun.

"Get up Jensen." A nearly monotone voice grumbled from somewhere behind us before I was also pulled up, "Who are you?"

"Well I'm Isabella." I trailed off quietly, "But you know I have a bus to catch so if you all don't mind..."

"You aren't going anywhere." The nearly monotone voice chipped in, this time visible to me in white button up shirt and matching gray pants and jacket.

"Clay, we have to go." The angry man with the gun said as he pointed it at my head, "Why don't you just let me kill her now."

"We can't-" Jensen said before catching himself and looking down at the ground.

"Jensen's right." Clay agreed quickly, "She'll just have to come with us. Bring her out to the van and tie her up in the back."

"Do we have to?" I tried yet again to walk in the other direction, "Can't I just stay here?"

"No." Pipped in a new voice. This one was from a shorter black guy with a completely bald head.

"Come on Issy, we'll be nice" Jensen came up from behind me and grabbed an arm firmly as he dragged me towards the elevator, "Unless we find out that you're working for Max, then we'll kill you."

"I don't even know who Max is..." I mumbled under my breath before looking up at him, "And don't call me Issy."