Heller knew something was up the moment he stepped into the room. The lights were off, and Maya and Dana were huddled together at the computer desk, the glow of the monitor casting their shadows against the far wall. They were whispering together conspiratorially, and Heller suddenly felt uneasy.

"What are you guys doing over there?"

Dana pulled away from the computer, almost flinching. "Fuck, man, don't creep up on us like that." Maya was beaming up at him innocently. Fuck. They were hiding something.

"What are you teaching my daughter?" Heller demanded, stalking up to them and leaning over their chairs. "Oh, jesus. Dana Mercer, what have I told you about teaching my daughter how to hack?" Something oddly colourful caught his attention and his rant stopped mid-sentence. "...is that..."

"Ponies!" Maya grinned.

/

Rooks leaned back in his chair with a sigh. What a fucking day. Just like every other fucking day lately. At least none of his men had been eaten today. There was always a silver lining, he supposed.

He booted up his terminal and logged into /Blacknet. A message immediately popped up to greet him, and he clicked out of habit. "What the... 'Urgent: Operation Cutie Mark?' What the fu- OH CHRIST!"

/

"...you sent him My Little Pony porn? How the fuck is that even a thing?"

"It's the fucking internet, James. Everything is a thing."

"... you're not allowed to watch my daughter anymore."

Fucking Mercers