Prologue

"SON OF FLYNN, STILL OUT THERE!" read the newspaper in big black bold letters, clenched lightly in the hands of a rather youthful man in his mid-30s. To the side of the big text was the phased out yet still clear image of the Son of Flynn himself; his face lit up by presumably a camera flash and his jacket entirely unzipped to reveal the words 'FLYNN LIVES'. Leaning back on the revolving chair behind his desk, the man lightly set the newspaper aside before turning to his desk, opening up a neon-lit touchscreen keyboard and typing down:

User Name: EDJ_0431

Password: SARKSON1976

He clicked on the enter button and waited for a few seconds of silence as the login disappeared. Soon enough, a new line of text popped up, accompanied by a familiar monotone voice, one that a real human being wouldn't normally have. One almost eerie, robotic, and uncanny.

MCTRL_751 - Hello Junior. It's been a while. How's running the company I left you?

With a inhale of fresh peaceful air and the slight hint of a genuine smile, Dillinger responded right away as he typed back on the keyboard.

EDJ_0431 - Mostly good so far.

MCTRL_751 - Glad to know.

EDJ_0431 - Hey father... Did you read the news today? Oh boy.

MCTRL_751 - Yes. Will this be a problem?

EDJ_0431 - Nah. Just a bit of a minor bump in the road. Nothing I can't handle.

MCTRL_751 - He may not be his father, but he's still a Flynn. Don't underestimate him.

EDJ_0431 - You know me. Of course I won't.

MCTRL_751 - END OF LINE

To be continued...