There Can Only Be One (Or 3)Mature

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Dustin staggered towards the Trans Am as the night finished, the muted brightness just starting to appear before the sun. Tracy opened the front driver-side door and stepped out, Jake not far behind on the passenger-side.

"Are you alright?" Tracy asked, leaning against the open door.

Dustin rubbed the side of his head. "... Yeah, I'm fine." he responded, not really believing it himself.

"Are 'ou hurt?"

"... I'm fine."

"You need a breather."

"I'm fine!" Dustin snapped, pulling his hand back. "Forget about me! That man is who we should be worrying about!"

Tracy glanced at Jake, and looked back at Dustin. "What are you on about? You need to take a minute and get your head back in the game!"

"-'Take a minute?'! We don't have a minute! That man disappeared, I need to get back on his trail!"

"What man, Dustin?!"

Dustin looked down. "-The... The... Look, forget it. Get in the back, I gotta get going-"
"-What the fuck did you just say to me? We're not going anywhere till you tell us something!"

Dustin looked up and stared at her for a minute. "... I need the car. I need to find this man. You don't understand."

"-Maybe I'd understand if you told us fuckin' anything! You're worn out Dustin, something happened, if you're not going to rest like a normal human being, then at least tell us where we're going!!"

Dustin looked down once more, trying to straighten his thoughts.

"... She's right, Dustin." Jake quietly interrupted the silence. "'ou've been takin' us all o'er the place, an' 'ou haven't told us much. I mean, bloody 'ell, I just ran from the police!"

"... Alright..." Dustin muttered, not taking his focus off the pavement. "... I'm..." He paused, and sighed. "... I might have found someone related to the app."

Dustin looked up. Tracy stared at him, a glare still covering her face. Jake had a look of dumbfoundedness. "... And we need to find him. He ran off somewhere that way." Dustin gestured behind himself.

Tracy spoke up. "... If it's that serious, you should have told us."

Dustin clenched a fist and his blood started boiling, but he told himself to calm down. No need getting too upset, these are your friends. Even if they are being.... Dustin took a breath. That violent side had been showing up a lot lately, he didn't need anymore stress than was necessary.

"Ok, I'll keep it in mind next time." He muttered, irritated. "But why don't we get going, before the cops decide to walk down the street in their search?"

Tracy paused, then nodded. "Yeah. We got some stuff to show you anyway." She wasn't ready to forget, but she could put it aside for now. "Get in."

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"No, where did you really get this?"

"I already told you, it was on the back porch, like it fell or something."

"-But... This isn't his, is it?"

"I don't know! You were the one who was there!"

"Yeah, but you were the one creeping around the police station, I was just in the closet playing Galaga."

"Was 'hat the only thing 'ou were playing before 'ou came out 'f the closet, Dustin?"

"-Shut the fuck up."

"-Shut the fuck up."

"... I'm sorry."

"... But you're sure that it was him? I mean..."

"Well, you should know better than me. The evidence is all there."

"But... I can't go for that..."

"No Can Do?"

"Let's not start this-"

"-Don't Let's Start?"

"-Tracy..."

"What? Just trying to lighten up a bit. We're not in a very positive spot right now."

"For good reason. This is serious."

"How the tables have turned."

"... I 'ave no idea what's goin' on."

"It's our problem-"

"-Our House?"

"... Ok, that wasn't even trying."

"Can you blame me?"

"Yes."

"Oh-"

"-Sherrie."

"What the shit, Dustin?"

"You said I needed to lighten up!"

"Not right after I-... Never mind."

Dustin looked down at the thing in his hand. He joked a bit, but the reality was still there. Tracy had been trying to distact him from the gravity of the situation, and he could hop on board, but it wouldn't change anything. He looked down once more.

A lanyard with a 1991 NACA Regionals button.

"I should try and contact him." Dustin sighed.

"Do 'ou think 'e knows?" Jake leaned forward towards Dustin's passenger seat.

"Maybe, but maybe not. But if he doesn't, we need to push that advantage as far as possible. He could be the guy I saw. If he is, we'll have to get nasty."

"... So you could say... No More Mr. Nice Guy?"

"... Fucking hell, Tracy!"

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...Booting up...

...Checking CPU...............OK

...Checking RAM..............OK

...Checking OS..................OK

...Securing Hard Drive.....OK

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Login: dustinadmin

Password: ************

Welcome, dustinadmin

\c: run tracethatbastard.cs

- Calling tracethatbastard.cs Function...

- Compiling tracethatbastard.cs...

- Executing...............

- Return: Redirecting.........

- Return: Redirecting.........

- Return: What's the meaning of this, didn't learn from last time, Decker?

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I just had a few questions, it worked last time."

- Return: This is no way to have a conversation.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I prefer this way."

- Return: Rewriting the return value of a single fuction manually? That's very ineffective.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Like I said, it worked last time you contacted me. Are you still at the Heartfield police station?"

- Return: Why? But yes, I am.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "That's a lie. Last time the code redirected once, now it redirected twice. Got a hopper going from your workstation at Heartfield?"

- Return: Is there something wrong, Decker? I owe you nothing. In fact, you owe me. Twofold.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Where are you? Why don't you answer the question."

- Return: Go home. Before someone kills you.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I knew it."

- Return: It's for your own good. Get out while you still can. I have a grip on the situation.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Was it for their own good when you made the app that killed 12 people?!"

- Return: You're delusional. I'm trying to stop the fiend responsible for killing them.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Then why don't you answer the question? I want answers, damn it!"

- Return: Because I can't trust you. Or anyone else.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "That's dumb. You can't fool us."

- Return: If you don't believe me, go home. I'll wipe your criminal history completely. Just get out.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Is that a bribe?"

- Return: If it means I save one more vulnerable life, then yes. It is.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "And leave you to go at it alone? Come on, even you were good, you should know I won't leave that easily."

- Return: I can't take that responsibility. I just need to get rid of this guy.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Why should I believe you?"

- Return: You shouldn't. But I stick to my story.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "You don't strike me as a cold-blooded murderer, Greg."

- Return: Then why did you question me?

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Because the pieces were there."

- Return: I still stand by my statement. Get out of this. Now.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I still owe you. You can't stop me from helping."

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...Booting up...

...Checking CPU...............OK

...Checking RAM..............OK

...Checking OS..................OK

...Securing Hard Drive.....OK

...Loading Assets................

Login: dustinadmin

Password: ************

Welcome, dustinadmin

\c: run tracethatbastard.cs

- Calling tracethatbastard.cs Function...

- Compiling tracethatbastard.cs...

- Executing...............

- Return: Redirecting.........

- Return: Redirecting.........

- Return: I'll do more than crash your system if you continue.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I'll always patch it up."

- Return: You're persistant.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "I need to do the right thing. We'll have a better shot at that if we team up."

- Return: No. Not happening.

\c: Rewrite tracethatbastard.cs return "Where are you?"

- Return: Next left, brown 2005 Grand Prix.

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