《The Unwilling Game Tester》Chapter 4

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The soft clicking of keyboard keys can be heard within the dark room. The robotic arms near him were writing the code while they eat their favorite Express Food. The spicy smell of curry was all over the place.

His stomach began to rumble. Malcolms' stomach followed suit not long after. They looked each other, sizing up one other on who's going to go first.

"I only have one comfort room." Malcolm said. Effectively asserted the bathroom privilege over him.

Damn. It's his unit anyways. He wiped the sweat on his forehead. Can two people share a single toilet? His brain tried tackle on the possibility. His mind made a mental picture of the two of them sitting on the toilet. Opposite to one another. Shitting at the same time.

No. Absolutely no. He shook his sickening thoughts out of his head. He made a mental note to buy a portable toilet and leave it here.

"My stomach can withstand this. Unlike yours, your highness." He gave a strained laugh. Rearraged himself in the chair for more comfortable position. "Well. Just in case. Do...do you have a recycling bag?"

Malcolm looked at him with disgust, then looked back at the large monitor. His eyes glancing at the lines of code being written by his .

That's a no then. His eyes scan throughout the room to see if there's something that he could use if the inevitable happens. There's a good looking vase near him.

"What's with your case this time? With the use of an unregistered satellite. I must say its is a high profile one." The sudden interrupted his evil thoughts towards the vase. He looked at the monitor.

"It could be a high ranking prank caller. Or like you," he replied. "Who uses somebody else's satellite."

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Malcolm cocked an eyebrow at him. "If that's the case, why not go to them?" Daring him.

He's at it again.

"Of course. I go to you because you're a friend." His lame reply in his chirpiest tone.

"Right." His friend only reply. Not believing any of his words.

"And because you're cheaper than the others." He told him the truth.

Malcolm stopped eating. "I'm not cheaper. You're the one who's paying me cheaply." He pointed his fork to him. "My service pay is significantly higher than what you pay for."

Cass looked at down his food.

"I give you food. The others do not?"

"Whatever." His friend resignation never fail to amuse him.

"When will be the time your subordinates will see this side of you I wonder?"

"Got a hit." He didn't answer him. "The name's Mark. He is living in- huh near here."

Malcolm kept on typing on the keyboard.

"Can you dig me enough dirt on him?"

"On it. I'll try to pull out his records. Clean."

"Conversations?" He asked.

Malcolm typed fast at the keyboard and read the findings.

"His parents are of Asian Descent and he is currently enrolled in Radiation Science. Checking his grades. Yep, he failed 3 subjects and not going to school anymore." He stopped typing, massaging his neck. "His parents will dishonor his ass with these grades."

Malcolm continued to blabbered about the life of the prankster. His fiend's Asian ways was coming through. His friend's adoptive parents influence was so strong.

"Maybe he needs money. But, I didn't remember Mrs. Smith saying he was requiring money though. Like just played the recording." He think. "Maybe, this is a new Modus Operandi?"

He thought more about the motive. There must be something that would a college student on having to do this. Money related - Debt?

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There are cases in the past that it came just a hobby.

Malcolm hunched his back. And eyes like a hawk on the monitor. It's Malcolm's little quirk anytime Malcolm sees something interesting.

"By the way, can you also dig something about the only Research Facility in the Old City?"

"There's one in the Old City? Not near here?"

"No."

"That's weird."

"Yeah." He agreed. "I did a little bit of research. Aside from the website, it has almost internet footprint on the web. No testimonials. No mission statements on what the research facility was about. No -."

He didn't finish his sentence. The hot liquid was knocking on his anus. He bolted to the toilet.

"After you're finished with this case. Don't forget we have to visit Big Boss G." His friends muffled voice. Then, he heard the closing of a door.

"Sorry!" He shouted. But no reply was heard.

He buried his head in his hands in embarrassment.

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