In just a few minutes, Sentinel went from one of the most anticipated software for that month to the biggest question mark.
Online reactions were already spiraling.
Twitter, live threads and news banners all flooded in within a minute,
{#SentinelCrash
"Was it all just hype?"
"Glitched during its first demo—OmniTech in trouble?"
"A system that predicts threats can’t even predict its own failure."}
It was almost as if the people who made the posts had anticipated this and had prepared before hand.
This was exactly what Nathaniel wanted. He could’ve just ordered Sentinel be shut down as quickly and as possible, but he bided his time for one single reason.
Public opinion.
More accurately, their trust. If OmniTech was capable of coming up with up a software like Sentinel, then their was no guarantee that they wouldn’t come up with something even better.
So the best step was to destroy their credibility.
Once trust was gone, once the world believed OmniTech was incompetent or reckless, it wouldn’t matter what innovative idea they came up with next because no one would be willing to risk backing a company
To investors, it would look like amateur hour, a liability to cooperates and to the public, it would just be another overhyped product that failed to deliver.
That was the brilliance of Nathaniel’s plan— it wasn’t just to acquire the product for himself, it was to ensure another product from them would never be trusted again.
His aim was to erase them, completely.
Nathaniel’s grin got larger as the seconds passed and more Twitter posts and news blogs popped up.
The first few might’ve been his doing but the public was eating it up as much as he wanted.
Standing up, Nathaniel slowly walked towards the screen before him, his glass of wine still in hand.
"Like I said," he started with a grin, "checkmate."
Back in Atlanta, Tag and his team sat in their new base, observing the downfall of Sentinel unfold.
This was proof that their job was successfully completed. Seeing Sentinel freeze on the live stream at least helped Tag completely calm down and bask in their success.
At least with this, Dmitri wouldn’t be on his neck anymore. The job was complete and his team was safe.
"Well, that was anticlimactic," Silk muttered, stepping on the panda plush beneath her feet. "I could’ve sworn something would go wrong."
"Don’t jinx it," Bypass chided with a frown.
"Relax, keyboard Jesus," She turned to him, "it’s not like they’ll miraculously find a way to fix it in just a few minutes, and even if they did, the seed of doubt has already been planted in the minds of the public."
She paused before adding , "no matter the outcome, Sentinel is done anyway."
Silk was right, Sentinel’s launch momentum had been slowed and even if they salvaged the situation, there’d still be that little bit of skepticism.
Spectra stood with them watching the ongoing livestream in silence. It wasn’t that she felt guilty, far from it after all, this was arguably the best hacking job she had done in years.
But seeing the consequences of her actions play out in real time left a bitter taste in her mouth.
Usually, after hacking into something, she’d not bother outcome before moving to the next job.
Even with all those thoughts, Isabella knew that she’d help hack into Sentinel regardless of whether she knew the consequences or not.
"Are you okay?" Tag asked as he walked to her side.
"Yeah," she nodded before asking,"You think they’ll recover from this?"
Tag didn’t answer right away. He glanced at the frozen feed, then at the team behind him. Nico was quietly braiding Zero’s hair to keep him still. Juno was asleep again, while Silk and Bypass were bickering.
They were one of the best ’grey’ hat hackers the underworld had ever seen, so the chances of OmniTech recovering anytime soon were close to none.
"No," Tag replied, "I don’t think they’d be able to recover from this, not for a while before anyway."
"I see," Spectra nodded before focusing back on the monitors before him.
There was a moment of silence, with Tag having a massive mental debate. Not because of OmniTech’s downfall but something more important....to him.
’Go ahead, ask her.’
Tag’s thoughts were full of him convincing himself to ask Spectra out.
’What if she says no?’ he questioned before reprimanding himself, ’come on, you’re the leader of the Vigilants, there’s no way you’d be nervous at something so simple.
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