White Roses, Black Doves

Toran “omg stop!” Violet screeches and then laughs from the main area of the abandoned aircraft bunker our team purchased and remodeled. She's sitting on Romans lap on the couch as Derin throws popcorn at her, laughing about something they said and Roman looks completely unphased and fascinated. Roman always has a bored look on his, actually thinking about it it's more like constant aggravation than boredom. There is the main area with couches, chairs and rugs surrounding a tv we use for entertainment and cool down time. To the left, the wall is covered in over forty monitors and there are seven stations that each have their own set up as well. We can work alone or all tap in and work as one if the job is big enough. This is Romans specialty, we are all good hackers but he is the best. To the right of the main area there is a kitchen we built that is pretty big and rather nice for our bunker and a table with chairs. Rey, with all her cuteness of gothic pastels, is an amazing cook and she loves when we eat together so we give in on occasion and have a family sit down and eat together at the table for her. She is a sensitive sweetheart and we all would commit murder to protect her precious soul. The dining table is mostly covered in parts or pieces that are being repaired, except for when Rey wants us to sit and eat. This is Tyler's area of expertise. He smokes a ton of weed but he can create a masterpiece out of nothing but wires and electrical tape. Then on the backside of the bunker there are rooms built. We have four on the bottom and then there are stairs that lead up to another four bedrooms. We designed them to be on top of each other in an apartment style so there was enough room for everyone and a few extra incase we needed it. We all decorated and painted our rooms the way we wanted. We got some couches that were random and a giant rug for the main area, the kitchen is nice with marble counter tops and a yellow cabinet color to make Rey happy, the table is a big buffet style wooden table we snagged from a thrift store, but the monitor room is where we really implemented a lot of our money because we needed the best money could buy for our operations. We are a team of hackers. We call ourselves “Purge”. We help government officials clean up the dark web. We take down videos and content relating to women and children. We flag sales that are being made or transactions conspiring. A few times we have phished and caught predators. We locate the places where they are being held and bust trafficking rings. We get paid really well but none of us really have family so it sits in our accounts until we need it. A few of us have expensive cars that we have hidden in the parking area we built to conceal our location better. We don’t want to be spotted and discovered just because of the fancy cars we have out front so we have a cover for that too. There is Roman, Violet, Derin, Tyler, Rey, and Me. We are all hackers but we each have our own talents other than just hacking. Roman being the best hacker I have ever seen. Derin is a hacker as well but other than that he is pretty much a clown. Tyler is a hacker, but he is smart in mechanics and engineering. Rey is a hacker and a cook. Violet is a very mediocre coder, not quite a hacker but she's been friends with Roman and Derin longer than I have and so she came along. I came on the team a few years later after I met Rey and she brought me on, and I am just a hacker ... .a hacker that has had eyes from Roman since I met him three years ago. I've been on the team for three years now and Roman has never looked at me longer than a single glance. He's never done so much as a double take other than the day Rey introduced us. He probably couldn’t believe that someone so average looking like myself knew someone like Rey and all her Pastel Gothic glory. I wear leggings and hoodies that are always too big for me and glasses. I have thick thighs and an average Hispanic woman’s body. I have wild unruly curly black hair and I am the shortest one here and Im 5’5. Even Rey is around 5’9. Roman and Violet have been back and forth the entire time I have known them. They are always fighting and then making up. Sometimes I feel a spark of jealousy but after the first two years I gave up on my unrequited love for him. The past year I’ve come to terms with the fact that he will never see me that way and I am ok with that. The man looks damn good, but it just isn’t meant to be. Maybe in another lifetime. As I'm standing in the kitchen drying the dishes and Rey is sitting on the kitchen island legs crossed playing her handheld gaming console, I turn to look at the group in the main area laughing and making a mess that I know for a fact they won't clean up and I catch Roman looking at me. I give him a small smile and turn back to the sink. That is all our encounters ever exist of. The same as it is with Derin and Tyler. I talk to Rey and Tyler the most out of all of us, but I'm not a big talker in general. Our wall of monitors kicks on and our logo shows a skull with a black bandana around its mouth and a torn beat up western hat on its head, the lights illuminating behind the monitors turn red and flashing. That means that one of our cyber traps was tripped and someone took the bait. Roman lifts Violet off his lap and stands. Violet sticks out her lip, pouting as usual but slinks off somewhere because these kinds of operations are too much for her mental capacity. Derin and Tyler head over to their desk, this was one of the big traps that require us all as a team. Rey pulls out the cookies she is making just in time and places them on a cooling rack. I set my rag down that I was using for the dishes and head to my station as well. “Ready?” Romans' voices come out deep and raspy as soon as we are seated. I get goosebumps every time I hear his voice and I have to remind my body that my mind is already made up. “Let's go.” We say in unison. Roman activates his control from the center of us and the monitors opening into our live feed that we need for our big catch.