Sebastian le Livre
Although he’s adapted to learn these computer things far better than the others, he still knows there is much to much to learn it all. When the team relies on him to find what they need and it is beyond his grasp, he is thankful for the reputation he’s set up in certain IRC chatrooms as that allows him to trade favours and get the answers he needs.
Today what he needs is the plans to the building they need to find their target in, and Booker is confident as he makes his way down the alleyway to the meeting spot to trade off for the plans. Someday, he is sure, the internet will be better and fast enough that in person meets won’t be necessary - but for now, for security, this is best. People like them, well, privacy is the most important thing.
He’s done his research so he expects the grungy teenager waiting when he rounds the corner - though merde, he hadn’t expected her to look as young as she does in person. And he definitely didn’t expect to find her being menaced, with a gun, by someone he doesn’t recognize.
“Hey” he yells, and the man spins and shoots. Booker’s fast enough, good enough, that he has his own gun out and a shot off, accurate, deadly. Unfortunately not quite fast enough to stop the bullets from hitting him straight in the chest.
“Bâtard” he grunts as he feels his body immediately start to weaken, falling back, his gaze full of the sky.
***
Exile is unbearable. There are too many memories of both his families everywhere, so he escapes to the only place he can think of that neither of them had touched. The code he puts into the door is complex, the security tight - he should know, he helped create it. He ignores the first floor, the sounds of computers, of muttered voices, and heads to the stairs.
She waits at the top, the first hints of grey now visible at her temples. Ever since he’d woken in an alley finding a panicked teenager trying to pull him away from where he could be found, trying to protect his privacy even in death, he’d taken Marie on. Supported a teen hacker, which led to a team of hackers. It had made his job much easier over the decades.
Her raised eyebrow asks the question for her. He shouldn’t be here. ”Comme la vie est triste et coule lentement.” he croaks in response, voice breaking, and her face drops.
“We’ll figure it out” is her only response as she takes him in.