Catching up with DNS Post Wrestlution

[BASH]

The brisk chill of the morning air can be felt through the slightly cracked windows of a hotel room that towers high over the city of Brooklyn. The buzzing of electronics can be heard audibly, and we are brought to a makeshift office. Computer screens adorn the room creating a light show rivaling anything the city has to offer.

 

BASH sits in a chair in the dead center of all of this. Armed with a keyboard and mouse the leader of DNS is staring intently at the different screens as information moves across each one rapidly. BASH’s gaze is consistent until a notification makes itself front and center on the screen directly in front of him.

 

The notification reads “The Pilgrim requests an audience with the great leader of DNS, BASH. To continue our conversations regarding the solution to your problems.” BASH takes a deep breath before opening up his web browser. A notification or a new article on OCWFED.com immediately draws the expert hackers attention. 

 

BASH clicks on the link and reads the article. The article talks about the accident where Samsin Simsin was hit by a car, and rushed to an Atlanta area hospital. BASH slams both his hands down on the desk and shakes his head before drawing a deep breath. BASH clearly agitated by the situation at this point gets up from his chair and walks across the room to the door. 

 

BASH grabs his Jordan’s from next to the door and quickly places them on his feet. A loud banging can be heard coming from the otherside of the hotel room door. BASH gets up and looks out the eye hole. He finds Perl on the other side of the door waiting impatiently, he opens up the door and she enters like prime Hurricane Katrina in New Orleans. 

 

Perl: Why do you look so upset? Shouldn’t you be happy that you beat up that fat piece of shit Wrex and his weirdo partner at Wreslution? 

 

BASH has a seat on the nearby bed and Perl sits down next to him. BASH looks preoccupied as he stares at the floor. Perl continues to talk to him.

 

Perl: BASH you know I can’t take being ignored, it makes me insane. Lift your head up and talk to me. I swear for someone so smart, sometimes you can be really stupid. 

 

BASH lifts his head up and looks her in the eyes. His stare cold and blank as it always is. Perl, sensing that something is off, takes her right hand which is closest to BASH and begins to play with his long dark red hair. 

 

Perl: Talk to me about what you are so preoccupied with.

 

BASH: The Worm is dead. I have no communication with it or Samsin any longer.

 

Perl looks at BASH in a puzzled fashion.

 

Perl: What do you mean?

 

BASH once again shakes his head. His head tilts back as he stares at the ceiling for a moment before addressing Perl. 

 

BASH: The car that hit Samsin essentially reset him and he is no longer under the control of DNS in any way, shape or form. 

 

BASH: How could I fail like this? I am the greatest technical genius humanity has ever seen, I have controlled the human mind with code. A little bit of physical damage has undone a lifetime's worth of work. 

 

BASH continues to get more and more animated as the conversation continues. Perl searching around the room for a way to change the subject finally just blurts something out.

 

Perl: Why don’t we get out of here? Maybe we can go get something to eat. 

 

BASH’s phone begins to ring, the leader of DNS pulls the phone out of his pocket. The Caller’s contact comes up as “The Pilgrim”. BASH ignores the phone call for the time being. However the phone rings again with the same caller ID. 

 

BASH and Perl exit the room and head to the elevator. They enter the Elevator and see a poster for Ambition featuring many of the Ambition talents. Perl smiles with evil intent and looks at BASH.

 

Perl: Looks like they got Sasquatch off those posters real fast after all the terrible things she said about the OCW staff on IG. 

 

BASH nods as he is lost in a thought process of his own. The elevator reaches the ground floor and they are met at the exit of it by a man in a strange black cloak. The man stands there ominously for a few seconds before introducing himself. 

 

????: We have never met in person BASH but I am a great admirer of your work. I am the Pilgrim and I have been urgently trying to reach you. 

 

The Pilgrim: The debt has been paid and the man is free to do as he pleases. 

 

The Pilgrim turns around quickly exits the hotel lobby before BASH can process what just happened. Perl looks at BASH with a shocked face as she begins to fly off the handle.

 

Perl: Who was that weirdo and why did he just randomly walk up to you and start talking to you? Do you even know him?

 

BASH: I know him, but The Pilgrim isn’t the name I know him to use. 

 

The two are unsure how to process the interaction and look at each other for a moment. The pair shrugs it off and exits the hotel. Perl snaps her fingers at the valet and a few moments later a blacked out Mercedes Benz sedan appears. BASH gets into the driver's seat and Perl into the passenger seat. The car drives out of sight as we fade to black.