The flashy letters did look kind of scary, but that didn't stop Mikey from laughing his ass of at the warning. Yeah, right, as if they would bust his door in screaming all those nasty cop-phrases like "spread'em!" or "freeze, punk!". They couldn't touch him, and he knew it, he damn well knew it, and may he be fucked if he will let a dumb warning stop the unstoppable MiSFiT of the dAEM0N fLiGHT.
He quickly rerouted his call and made sure that if they do actualy try to trace him, they would end up making a hackers bust at a homo's club downtown. Life was just fuckin' great...
Until the display started to jerk. At first he thought it was some kind of a malfunction, but the screen kept twitching and it didn't blow apart.
Funny.
Mikey put his safety goggles on and looking like a skinny jeans-strapped alien bug from a 1950's cheap horror flick he examined the cables at the rear side of the screen. Nope, all in order.
Okay, power down, and let's take this baby apart... shit, can't be the cathode tube, if it is, that means mucho bucks out the window. The screen powered down with a loud tweet and Mikey crawled into the narrow space between the machine and the window, armed with a screwdriver and a multimeter.
He stuck the screwdriver into the first hole, and seconds later a half-inch screw dropped to the linoleum-covered floor with a loud clink. He went for the next one, but it proved to be a tough little fucker. He felt like the skin of his palm would get stuck to the screwdriver and peeled straight off his palm, but he kept pushing.
Darned thing ain't gonna beat him, no fuckin' w-
"Okay, his brains are all over the place, we can go now."
The guy with the wired-up shades took the sniper gun apart with a few sharp moves and stuffed it into his bag. He rolled up the window of their van.
"Motherfucker little hacker pricks..." he murmured lowering the seat to take five until they get to their next location. The clean-up team will be here in a few minutes, and Michael Coulder will cease to exist. Wiped out, completely. By that time, his buddy will have driven them to the next house, and another gray mass will be splattered all over somebodies bedroom.
Their strategy sucked, and he knew it. But they can't go around blowing teenager's brains out because they are hacking, and use that as an excuse when people start asking questions, can they?
This form of punishment had no educational side to it, but it did remove the problem. And it removed it damned well. Much better than the amateur NSA busts...
The screen never twitched again.