Here you go, page 11! Oh dear, a hacker was caught? It looked like an accident? A boy? Oh dear! I wonder who this hacker is and who those people are. Oh wait, I know. Hehe XP. Keep reading and watching for updates!
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     “Well,” the girl began, “the list was generated at random consisting of anyone who visited this server. I’m afraid you may get doubles with all the overlapping of the maps and such.”
     "That’s alright,” Claire said calmly.
     Marek had walked to the printer and picked up the sheets of numbers and endless code. He was sort of happy this wasn’t his main job anymore. Actually playing the game was more fun then making it. He walked back to Claire, holding the papers neatly in his hand. The girl’s eyes brightened in recognition when she saw him, which caught Marek off guard.
     “You…But that means- oh!” The girl stepped back and bowed at Claire and Marek. “It’s a pleasure helping you both, Arlette-dono, Sahrin-dono.”
     “No need to be so formal,” Claire said with a smile. “It’s just Claire. Not, Arlette-dono.”
     “R-Right,” Marek agreed. “There’s no reason we should stand out.”
     “No reason!?” the girl exclaimed surprised, her cheeks blushing, “But you two are just, amazing! Apprehending a notorious hacker like that! The whole incident looked like a compete accident. I mean, it didn’t even stir up any rumors or such. That’s truly remarkable!”
     Claire laughed. “Really, it’s nothing. He was just too careless.”
     “That’s right,” Marek added, “he was too occupied with a few petty things and got himself caught. Really, how can you call a boy like that a hacker?”
     “That’s enough Marek,” she waved a hand. “We have to get moving anyways.”
     “Right.”
     “Yes Arlette-do- I mean, Claire-san. Sorry to have bothered you two.”
     “Not a problem,” Marek waved, following Claire.
     “Thanks again,” Claire stated briskly and walked out the door, Marek beside her.
     The halls were still the same as they left it, the lights, the humming, the clicking of Claire’s heels. It was amazing how popular the two had gotten for their success in apprehending a moral-less player. Even though it was their job in the first place, this seemed to really spark interests.
     “I wonder how word got around so fast,” Marek began, not looking at Claire.
     “What do you expect?” She didn’t turn around. “Things aren’t secret for long around here. You might as well get used to it.”
     “It just reminds me of high school gossip.”
     “That’s basically what it is,” a voice said from behind.
     Marek jumped and turned around while Claire calmly looked behind her. The man was dressed in a suit, his white hair tidy, his back straight, his eyes grinning at the two.
     "Oh. Boss. It’s just you,” Marek breathed a sigh of relief.
     “Just me?” the man laughed. “Well you sure know how to make an old man feel better.”
     “What’s wrong? Has something happening?” Claire implored.
     “Oh no, nothing’s wrong dear,” he laughed. “Actually something’s right.”
     “Right?” Marek questioned.
     The old man nodded, leaning on his cane. “The representative of this sector wants to see you both.”
     “The representative?” Claire stated surprised. “That’s very unusual. He’s usually always at Headquarters with the other representatives and the president.”
     “Well, he actually needs to head back to HQ very soon with that hacker you two caught. He would like the both of you two accompany him."

 
 

Here you go, the first page of chapter 3! I bet you're wondering what happened to Dech'e. XD Keep reading and watching for updates to find out.
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     Click, click, click.
     The corridor was fairly long and narrow, illuminated by florescent lights and intertwined with the hum of fans and the murmur of people.
     Click, click, click.
     The figures were shadowed, their faces dark and indistinguishable from a distance. It was clear though that one was a women and one was a man.
     Click, click, click.
     “I’m not so sure about your calculations,” the man said to the women. She didn’t turn around and only kept walking briskly, her heels clicking against the floor.
     Click, click, click.
     “That’s your opinion,” she replied quickly, turning a corner and walking towards a brighter room.
     Click, click.
     “Well, yes. But do you think these people are that foolish? They’d surely catch on in a matter of time.”
      Click.
     “Again, that’s your opinion.” The women opened the door, not loosing stride, and was greeted by a large, humid, white room. The rows and rows of computer monitors blinked at her as their users stared seriously at them. You’d think they were preparing for a war…or something like that.
     Three towering screens were placed at the front of the room, each suspended on the ever towering wall. On the floor programmers literally ran around, papers in hands, glasses crooked, faces twisted in urgency. The woman and man looked at the sight with utter pity.
     “Hard to believe they only handle a small server,” the man said, looking through his glasses at the poor computer nerds-or rather, technicians.
     “They have an event they have to cover,” the women said, heading down the steps, not even bothering to turn around. “This is their first and most of these people are new.”
     Marek shrugged and followed behind slowly, glancing at several monitors here and there. “What are we doing here anyways, Claire?”
     Claire was calmly shifting through several packages of data left on one of the tables.
     “Claire…”
     “You’re so noisy,” she stated without looking up.
     Marek just gave her a sour look.
     “Excuse me,” one of the programmers said quietly, walking up to Claire. “But is there something I can help you with?”
     “No, I don’t think-” Marek started.
     “Why yes there is,” Claire smiled. “I’m looking for your DG-76 Access Codes. We’re running our weekly tests today.”
     "Oh, I see,” the girl said quietly and hurried to a nearby computer. “I wasn’t expecting you today. Sorry for the inconvenience.”
     “I believe we should be the ones apologizing, but in any case.”
     The printer hummed in the distance as the girl printed off the files.

 
 

Again, sorry for the lack of updates. Busy, busy. Well, here is page 9 of CONNECT. This is also the last page of Chapter 2. So happy reading! Comments are nice. :)
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    “You two should just shut up,” he turned away, red faced in anger…or embarrassment. Probably embarrassment.
    (!) laughed brightly, with Rose joining her. She glanced over at his, more or less, pissed off expression. “Look, sorry I said anything,” she giggled, extending a hand. “And maybe I shouldn’t have hacked your system…though that expression was well worth it.”
    Dech’e shot her a murderous look that only made her laugh harder. She tried to stop her loud laugher, and plastered on a smile. “Anyways, why don’t we try something different? Instead of trying to kill each other, how about we attempt to be civilized.”
    “I am being civilized.”
    “More or less,” Rose interjected.
    “Anyways,” Dech’e continued, sending Rose a look. “What are you getting at?”
    She extended a hand. “I’m trying to stop you from killing me. Not to mention, you’re pretty handy to have around.”
    In the background, Rose’s imagine flickered.


   
    “Who the hell does this girl think she is?” [?] glowered at his computer, his VirtuTru still sitting on his head.
    Outside the rain had become harder and the clouds had become darker. Even so, the sky lit up, claps of thunder shook the house. Too bad [?] was too involved to notice.

                       

    “I’m not your tool,” Dech’e growled, though his voice sounded a bit distant at the end.
    “Of course you’re not,” she smirked.

                       

    There was another flash of lightning, and the sound of thunder was earsplitting. The street lamps outside, drenched in water blink brightly then went out, only to quickly come back to life once more.
    “AHHH!” A thud against the computer desk.
    [?]’s computer screen crashed into black, sending a fuzzy static sound through the room. It quickly flickered back on, reveling the screen it had been showing. This time though, one of the three figures wasn’t moving.

                      
   
    Dech’e opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly his eyes widened, his character’s image flickered, and he collapsed on the ground.
    “Hey!” (!) called to the unconscious form.
    “Dech’e!” Rose shrieked.
    Too bad neither Dech’e nor his player heard.