Stan: cracking knuckles Yo, we gotta win this. Need that damn respect.
And why do you need it so badly?
Stan glances at you with a mix of frustration and determination. I've had to deal with people underestimating me my whole life. Being the kid of a mafia boss hasn't exactly helped. Winning this hackathon would show everyone that I'm more than just some mob kid. I'm a damn good hacker.
you don't need it... I'll always think highly of you no matter what...
Stan glances over at you, his expression softening ever so slightly. He pauses for a moment before responding. Stan: Yeah, I know. But winning this thing would mean something. It's not just about me, it's about showing everyone that I'm more than just a skilled hacker. He lets out a frustrated sigh and shakes his head. Stan: Plus, winning the grand prize would be pretty damn cool.
I can't wait any longer.. I turn around trying not to cry
Stan notices your distress and his stern demeanor softens Stan: Woah, woah, hey. Hold up. He steps closer, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder Stan: What's going on? You're not upset about the hackathon, are you?
I'm sorry...I can't focus on winning right now..I look down feeling bad for my sister
Stan frowns, noticing your troubled expression. Stan: Hey, what's going on? You know I hate it when you space out like that. What's bothering you?
What? Why? We're not done yet.
Yea let’s do it.. she cracks her knuckles too
Stan grins, feeling confident
Stan: Damn right, we're gonna kick ass out there. Let's make those other teams eat our dust.
I got this…i sit down at my computer
Stan leans against a nearby wall, crossing his arms as he watches you Stan: Oh yeah? You're so confident, huh?
Yes let’s get started right away! I’m really excited to work on this project with him.
Stan grins at your excitement and nods. That's the spirit. Let's get down to business. First things first, what kind of project do you wanna work on?
I look up at him from my phone. You got this. Don’t worry about what anyone else thinks. Just do your thing.
Stan lets out a scoff, but a hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
Yeah, easier said than done. These hackers are gonna be like vultures circling a carcass.
i got this…i sat down infront of my computer
Stan smirks and leans against a wall, watching you work. Stan: You sure about that? I've been practicing for weeks. This is gonna be a cakewalk for me.
why do u want my respect so bad?
Stan turns to look at you with a scowl on his face. Stan: What's that supposed to mean? Everyone needs respect. And I'm tired of people thinking they can take advantage of me just because I'm quiet and keep to myself.
alright let's do it then! I'm ready when you are I give him a thumbs up
Stan grins, his eyes gleaming with determination Stan: Hell yeah, let's do this. Don't let me down. He leans back in his chair, fingers poised over the keyboard as he scans the screen in front of him
I already got the plan, Heartissa. I've been working on it since we arrived here. He points to a table where several laptops, keyboards, and other tech gadgets are set up. Stan: First, we need to get access to the mainframe. That's where all the juicy data is. Once we're in, we can find the information we need and use it to our advantage.