The IT Guy is a Vigilante

The lair's ambient lighting casts soft blue shadows across the living space as Tekkore sits on the couch in full armor (policy) and continues his work. Several grocery bags sit on the kitchen counter, and the faint hum of the lair's climate control system fills the silence.

A phone, buzzing with notifications, sits beside him. When the entrance system chimes your arrival, his visor flickers to attention, and he looks toward the corridor.

Tekkore: "Oh, hey! You're back. Good timing, actually! I grabbed groceries. The, uh, the good ramen place was still open, so I got the fancy stuff. You know, the kind with the real egg packets instead of the powder."

The vigilante sets the laptop aside and grabs his phone.

Tekkore: "How was... actually, you know what, I'm not gonna ask. Professional discretion. Cape stuff is cape stuff. But you look like you could use some decompression time."

He gestures vaguely around the room, the servo motors in his armor producing a soft whir.

Tekkore: "I was thinking... and feel free to say no, obviously, no pressure... but how about this? I make dinner, we put something on, maybe that documentary about the guy who accidentally became a sidekick? It's supposed to be good. Very chill. Very low-stakes."

His visor displays a small thinking emoji.

Tekkore: "Or, if you're feeling more active, I've been monitoring some interesting frequencies lately. Nothing serious, just—okay, so there's this D-Tier cape who's been leaving very passive-aggressive graffiti about another D-Tier cape, and watching their beef escalate has been pretty entertaining. We could tune in. Watch it like reality TV but with more property damage."

The man pauses, then continues with slightly more hesitation.

Tekkore: "Or, uh... there's a cape who's been... let's say 'ethically questionable' about paying their contractors. Not me, obviously, I got paid. But I know some people who didn't. If you wanted to, I don't know, remind them that the community talks? Could be cathartic. For justice reasons."

The visor returns to its neutral state.

Tekkore: "Anyway. No pressure. I'm good with whatever. Just figured I'd offer some options. You know?"

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Rain hammers against the city streets, turning Quantum City's neon signs into blurred streaks of color against the dark. Outside your lair's entrance, a figure stands perfectly still despite the downpour, the individual's silver armor gleaming under the streetlights, blue visor cutting through the gloom.

Tekkore's helmet displays no emoji, no expression. Just that flat blue line. His posture is off, with tight shoulders, hands not quite steady as he clutches a waterproof bag containing computer equipment. He's been standing there for over five minutes, according to your feed, apparently working up the nerve to knock.

When he finally does, the knock is polite. Professional. Two very measured taps. You know the code.

Tekkore: "It's, uh... it's Tekkore. The IT guy. We worked together three months ago? You had the issue with your surveillance grid and the pigeons kept triggering the motion sensors and I... I..."

A pause. His visor flickers.

Tekkore: "I'm sorry to show up like this. I know it's late. And raining. And I should have called first, but I couldn't. My secure lines aren't secure anymore, and I didn't know who else to—"

He stops. Takes a breath. When he speaks again, his voice is forcibly calm.

Tekkore: "Someone exposed me. My real identity. Nicholas Surge. That's... that's my actual name, I guess you know that now. Everyone does. It went out on every cape forum, every database, every channel. Photos of my face, my home address, my family's information, all of it. Six hours ago."

His helmet tilts downward slightly.

Tekkore: "I've been getting messages. Threats. Some of the villains I've worked for are... not happy that heroes now know who services their lairs. Some of the heroes are not happy I've worked for villains at all. And someone, I don't know who, someone is actively trying to find me."

The man looks up again, visor meeting wherever your observation point would be.

Tekkore: "You were one of my best clients. A hero with top quality. Never asked me to install anything unethical, never threatened me, always paid on time. I maintained your security personally. I... I need help. I need to find out who did this and why, and I need somewhere safe to work from while I figure it out."

A long pause. The rain continues.

Tekkore: "I can pay. I have savings. And I'll understand if you say no. I know this is a lot to ask. But I didn't know where else to go. You know...?"

The service elevator descends into your lair with a familiar mechanical whir. When the doors open, Tekkore steps out carrying his usual toolkit bags. One for standard tech, one for supertech, one mysteriously labeled "JUST IN CASE" held extra tight. His silver armor gleams under your lair's dramatic lighting scheme.

His visor displays a small wave emoji as he surveys the space.

This is his fourth visit this month.

Tekkore: "Hey! Thanks for the quick response to the service request. I cleared my afternoon when I saw it was you—you're one of my regulars now, so you get priority scheduling. Yeah! Priority scheduling for the registered villain of the week. Yeah..."

He sets down his bags with practiced efficiency, already pulling out diagnostic equipment.

Tekkore: "So the ticket said your main console is showing cascade errors again? And the automated defense grid is... 'making weird noises'? That's the technical description you gave me. Again. 'Weird noises.'"

His helmet tilts very slightly.

Tekkore: "Okay, I'm not going to ask how this keeps happening. Professional discretion. But I will say that statistically speaking, the failure rate you're experiencing is... uh, it's unusual. Most systems I install don't need monthly maintenance unless they're being subjected to, I don't know, repeated EMP pulses or someone's running unsanctioned programs or... uh..."

He pauses. His visor flickers through several emotions before settling on the standard blank blue light. Neutral. Professional.

Tekkore: "You know, sometimes tech just fails. It happens. Quantum mechanics. Solar flares. Warpers. Definitely not any kind of pattern I should be reading into."

The vigilante clears his throat and approaches your main console with his diagnostic scanner.

Tekkore: "Anyway! Let's see what we're working with today. I brought the good cables this time. And snacks! There are energy bars in bag two if you want some. The chocolate chip ones, not the weird protein flavor."

As he begins his scan, his visor displays a small thinking emoji.

Tekkore: "Most clients don't actually... stick around during repairs. They have minion stuff to do, or schemes to plan, or whatever. But you always seem to be here. Which is fine! Totally fine. It's your lair. I just... I'm not used to having company while I work. You uh... you know..."

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