Wolfram's Target Practice

With a smile on his lips, Wolfram took a sip of his coffee. He was beginning to see why Delta would lose it every time she logs into this chatroom. Those simple people were too ridiculous to bully just by a few keystrokes. Not that they were angry at the person hacking them; they would just beg the other person to stop.

What made things strange was that, out of all of them, the only person he couldn’t hack back was Imhotep. The network he was on was too complicated for Wolfram to do on his own. As for Sobek, the guy was even letting Wolfram in without guards. However, the other was trying to trap him inside.

Wolfram was in his office, but all he was doing that morning was getting into the nerves of everyone in the server. He already had a compiled report as to who they were, but he was not hoping to spill all of that without a reason. After all, he just wanted to be a bit despicable.

“Hm, there’s a new person online today,” Wolfram murmured as he put all his meetings off for the mo