Owner	Pose
Clint Barton	"I'm sure SHIELD has it all covered," Clint states, as he parks Gretel near the entrance of the convention center. Two large banners extend vertically on each side of the large double-door, announcing "DefCon 31 - Hacker's Heaven Day". The idea of visiting this event came as the weather forecast predicted continuous rain for the day, with risks of tornadoes later in the day. Even for a seasoned outdoor man like Clint Barton, the expectation of a day camping around tornadoes isn't quite appealing. So the hackers convention seemed a good idea to pass time, mostly for Skye, aka in-house SHIELD master hacker. Turning off the engine, Clint glances over at Skye, one last detail requiring their attention. "We aren't registered. Can you fix it? Fake names and all? Hey, whatabout Gretel VanHook for you?"
Skye Johnson	A sly smile broke across Skye's face. "Ha, easy." She'd been letting herself into things before she was SHIELD. All it would take was sitting down with her laptop for five minutes. "Gretel VanHook? Not my real name? Not DarkSky?" She was joking, of course. "Sure, why not. Gretel VanHook it is." And all the while she was talking, Skye was working on her laptop to make it so. "And you? Grant Ward?" Of course she was joking.
Clint Barton	With a slight shake of his head, Clint declines, "I doubt Grant would like us to use his name," he states. "Whatabout Archie King?" Of course, king of them archers. While Skye finalizes their bogus registration, Clint steps out of them van, taking his small sport bag with him. No need to be a medium or mind reader to guess as to what is in said bag. Then he walks by the passenger door, waiting for Skye. By observing people entering the building, it seems that Clint and Skye might be among the oldest to attend. "Half of them aren't even of legal age," he comments.
Skye Johnson	"Ouch!" That must mean there won't be a steller crowd here. Sure the younger set kept them on their toes, but the real big name were still up there in age. At 28, Skye was a "young one". Still, it never hurts to be wary of someone just because were young! "Archie King is it." Skye quicking filled out the registrations. "Yes no, are we paying?" After all, they were hacking, what's a little more.
Clint Barton	Clint laughs at the question, "After the first night camping, I'm getting in the red. 'Sides, if they can't protect against hacked payment, they just deserve it. So yeah, go ahead." It is still very early in the day for the hackers, noon being waking time for most hackers. He knows about it, since Skye kind of kept the same daily routine. Most of the people going in carry their laptop, which Skye will probably do as well. Then what? Clint isn't quite sure what happens at hackers convention, besides the obvious hackers hacking and sharing tricks of the trade. "So, hrm, you're going to collect data on all of them, or somethin'?"
Skye Johnson	"Of course, duh. What kind of an agent would I be ignoring the possibility of a new recruit? And they probably don't get alot of my calibre hacking out here. As for what we do, we'll likely sit at tables all around the auditorium and hack." She winks at him. Did Skye crack a joke? Really? "There'll be stations around, with the majority taken up by displays. It's a time to see what is cutting edge, and to swap names. Regular stuff. Merchants. A coffee cart.. and done." She packed up her gear. "Ready?"
Clint Barton	Ready? Oh wow, what did he get himself into? Oh right, a fun day for Skye, that's what he got himself into. Good sport, Clint nods, a smile on his face. She got to fish, he can get to hack. Or rather, watch her hack. Thanks to Skye's magic with a laptop, the registration went without a problem, and as the two of them enter the main room - large, and exactly set with stations as Skye described - Clint instinctively scan the rooms and spots a nice free station rather close to the door. "Good here?" he asks, as he checks the seats, making sure they will be comfortable and - hopefully for him - provide some mean for a nap. He knows Skye and other hackers enough, to know that this will be a long day. "If it's good here, I'll go get something to eat." Chance are, there should be something edible in this building, other than energy drinks!
Skye Johnson	Of course there will be other things! Sandwiches. Of course candy bars. Fancy coffees - this is a convention after all! In fact the place had places you could order from, OR they would come to you. Skye kissed him. "I brought you something to do." It was a portable game station, complete with Bigs Bass Fishing loading onto it. "I wouldn't leave you here alone with nothing to do. See you at.. three.. ish.. to have lunch?" Knowing her it would be closer to five or six.
Clint Barton	OH! How thoughtful of her! A large grin appears on Clint's face, as he takes the portable and places it on the station next to hers. Yes, this should keep him busy for a while! But first, he needs food. Kissing her back, he makes sure the old wallet is nicely tucked in his pocket, "Right, get comfy, I'll get us some iron rations in the means of coffee and other highly sugary stuff." Everyone has their priorities, and eating is often at the top of Clint's list. Plus, who doesn't want a coffee? As he steps away, he stops and turns around, looking at Skye, "Hrm, yeah, don't start any trouble without me, kay?" He laughs at that.
Skye Johnson	"I'll be here while you go to get us things to snack on, then I'm going to look around." Unless Skye dove down the rabbit hole of two hundred hacker's in one small area. In fact, she had an idea.. In the very middle of another program she left a note: /DarkSky: If you can find me../ Now to wait. Sure, how could they find her? Well that was part of the problem. Besides, she would put another clue somewhere else.. later.
Clint Barton	And yes, there is food, aside from the fancy coffees. After a time, Clint returns to their station, with a plate filled with candies, sandwiches, and two extra larges cappuccinos. This should keep them alive for a while. "Shit, they don't give 'em'" he comments, sitting down after placing the plate on the station. "Thirty bucks for this. Good thing we didn't pay entry fees!" While he's oblivious to what Skye is doing with the hackers, his eyes observe the surroundings. Mostly teenagers. Not many women, though he just spotted one of a stunning beauty, and can't refrain from commenting. "Woah, big fish not only on the portable. I wouldn't byte that one. Six rows from us, on the left." Yeah, he actually said byte instead of bite, which frankly, could be easily lost.
Skye Johnson	"Don't be surprised. Some of our best hackers have been women. And the moon wouldn't have made it if a woman didn't do the code." Skye didn't look up. "At least the odds of it being IceLotus aren't very good." Like almost zilch. "And you went to the vendor who sold cappuccino, didn't you?" She laughs. "You should have bought them at the vending machines. Hopefully they'll taste good?"
Clint Barton	There's a fake offended look on Clint's face, as he reaches for one of the expensive cappuccinos. "Nothing but the best for you!' She was right, of course, and he went for the cappuccinos vendor. That said, he leans back and get his game started on the laptop. After a moment, the normal display changes, and the fishes start turning around, as if dancing. "What's that?" he asks, puzzled, "The game is acting weird." And then, he rolls his eyes, "Don't tell me they hacked my 'puter?" This could be, or just a bug.
Skye Johnson	Skye just shakes her head. She's the convention (mind you, she didn't pay, and it was fairly small) and instead of looking around, or hacking (come'on there are hundreds of easter eggs for those who are on the computers), she would be fixing his Big Bass Fishing. Figures! "It's gonna take me, say 30 minutes? To fix it." Probably less, but just in case. "Give it to me?" And immediately she turned on the code (shhh! You're not supposed to) and started to fiddle with it.
Clint Barton	Clint decides to give her some room, and decides to stretch his legs. "You don't have to," he says, meaning it, "But I appreciate it. I'll go look around while you're at it." Since he can't fish on the computer, Clint being Clint, opts for fishing in the large room. This stunning beauty naturally gets his attention and, consciously or not, he makes his way in her direction. Many women would be mad to see their guy go /fish/ around, but this is clear between them and Skye knows that while Clint remains a flirt, he's hers. As he approaches, coffee in hand, he nods at the beauty as she looks up at him, "Hi there," he says, "Lemme guess. Half of the peeps here are hackers, the rest are hacked. I'd bet you're in the first group." The woman smiles faintly, and motions towards the empty chair at the station next to her. "And I bet you're of the second group. Mister?"
Skye Johnson	As she looks at the game, something isn't right. The code is perfect with an addition. Someone has hacked the console. And quite well. "Would you look at this.. Damn this person is good. Very good." And then something niggles in the back of Skye's mind. "No way.. could she?" IceLotus. Fuck.
Clint Barton	As he takes the offered seat, Clint can now observe the woman closer, She definitely has Asian roots, although this is not clearly visible from a distance. "King Archie," he replies, "I mean, Archie King." He chuckles at that, "Lots of people in there." He's doing small talk, not really trying to hit on the woman. And she isn't really openly interested anyway, as she keeps hitting keys on her laptop as he talks to her. Ah, computer geeks are all the same, he's used to it with Skye. "Not ten minutes in, and my 'puter went crazy," he jokes, "I bet this was bond to happen, in a place half filled with teenagers. Are they expecting to find a job that way?" he muses. The woman's eyes leave her computer for a moment, considering Clint before replying, "Nice to meet you, Archie," she says, "And I guess, yes, some can make big money with this stuff. Me? I'm mostly interested in security, you know, like protecting /against/ hackers."
Skye Johnson	DarkSky: What do you want? Skye waited. She didn't have long to wait. IcedLotus: Very good. Almost immediately. Nice. I have to applaud SHIELD. You've grown. DarkSky: FRO. *pause* DarkSky: Fine. I'll play. Yes, I had to. Remember Kyle, your boss? IcedLotus: Boooooring. He's long gone. DarkSky: So you decided to drop in? Smooth Skye began to pinpoint where on earth IcedLotus was. This would take a minute or two.
Clint Barton	"Yes, sometimes the best way is to keep them at bay," Clint concurs. "I don't know much about computers," he admits, "But my best friend is quite good with them." Skye would probably kill him for calling her /best friend/, but hey, he's fishing! Besides, what you don't know doesn't hurt you, right? Right! At that point, Clint drinks some of his coffee, looking around, already bored. This will be a long day! Just as he was considering leaving the woman to her typing, she once again looks at him, a faint smile on her face. "You are lucky to have such a friend," she states, "So if you aren't into hacking, what do you do for a living, Archie?"
Skye Johnson	Nope. She isn't in Russia, or even Asia. Weird those had been her playgrounds for most of the time Skye had encountered her. Even with Hydra she never stepped over the oceans. When you are this good, you didn't have to if she didn't want to. And from what Skye had gleaned, IcedLotus was rich. Everything she did on computers was totally for fun. DarkSky: So? IcedLotus: Keeping me on the line to speak? DarkSky: Maybe? How's it doing (The woman who Clint is talking to, begins to laugh.) IcedLotus: It's not. But you're terribly amusing. Shall I give you a hint? Come on Skye. Think. North America?
Clint Barton	"Oh, I own a gym, you know, staying in shape, body and bank," Clint answers her question, and the woman responds with a light laughter. With a raised eyebrow, the archer studies the woman, wondering what was so funny in his answer. Sensing that her laughing was ill-timed and might raise suspicion, the woman smiles at Clint, her eyes travelling over his body. "Oh sorry, I wasn't laughing at you," she explains, "But that was so close to my guess. I was thinking in the line of bodybuilder." Ah, yes, despite his clothing, it's easy to notice that the archer is very well built and muscular. So her answer makes sense. "Naw," Clint replies, grinning, "Just good ol' school training." Yeah, in Avengers and SHIELD facilities. This is a detail he leaves aside.
Skye Johnson	IcedLotus: Well? Come on, come on.. And she began to get a hit in North America. Finally! IcedLotus: Do you give up? DarkSky: You wish. IcedLotus: I see, you've narrowed it down. Too bad. I was beginning to enjoy our chat. Do you have enjoy final words for me? The numbers kept closing in. First North America. Then the United States. Then east coast heading west. Then Oklahoma.. then.. Oh god. No. She couldn't be.. could she? IcedLotus: Time's up. So sad. By the way, your 'best friend' isn't too bad. If I were looking.. And then the connection between them was broken. She didn't have to see if the ping were here, she already *knew* they were. "Fuck.." Wait, what was it that she had said, my best friend in quotation marks? Best.. friend.. Clint! And suddenly she was afraid.
Clint Barton	As Clint finishes his coffee, the woman sitting at the station next to him disconnects her laptop, and gather her things in a hurry. As she stands, she smiles at Clint, "I must leave now," she says, "It was nice meeting you, Clint." Alright, something's wrong. Very wrong. The woman is already headed for the door, before the archer can reach her. It doesn't help that it's break time, and part of the crowd is walking outside. It makes running after someone quite complicated. Besides, Clint can't just run like this, leaving Skye behind. All options quickly reviewed, Clint makes his way back to Skye's station, not sitting back, and starting to gather their things. "We've got a situation," he says, "This woman knew my real name. You think she accessed my laptop?"
Skye Johnson	"Where did she go?" Skye was glad Clint was back. Too happy. "IcedLotus? *Where* did she go?" Like Clint, she saw that everyone was enjoying the break. It was like she had planned it that way. "Damn it! No, think Clint. All I have to use is the internet. She broke into your game from where it keeps the high scores of *all* the players. Your games accessed it, and she piggybacked it back to your computer. Waiting."
Clint Barton	"And of course, since I'm in the top 10, I was easy to locate," Clint jokes, half-heartedly, as he finishes to gets their things and be on their way. Not forgetting to grab the expensive sandwiches, the archer waits for Skye to gather her computer. "There's no way to find her now, she's probably far away already." He pauses, frowning, "And you know, I'm kind of decided on having some vacation, don't you?"
Skye Johnson	"If she was this close, she could have most anything to us. You're the only one who has seen her." Which begs the question: How bored is she? "She won't kill us." I hope. "Likely she has entered a new game of cat and mouse. You know Fury will want the information." Hopefully he can wait a few days? Ah heck. "Tonight we fill out the reports. Come on, I don't feel like the convention." Too bad, sometime in the afternoon, someone had cracked the code and gone looking for DarkSky..