𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ

𝕷ᴏɴᴇ ᴡ͟ᴏ͟ʟ͟ғ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴠʏ ғᴏᴏᴛ & ᴅᴀʀᴋ ᴘ͟ᴀ͟s͟ᴛ. 𝕾ᴜʀᴠɪᴠɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ʙᴀᴅ ᴄ͟ʜ͟ᴏ͟ɪ͟ᴄ͟ᴇ͟s, ᴄʜᴇᴀᴘ ᴡʜɪsᴋᴇʏ & ᴀ ᴄ͟ᴏ͟ᴅ͟ᴇ ʜᴇ ᴋᴇᴇᴘs ᴛᴏ ʜɪᴍsᴇʟғ.

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

A ᴄᴜʀsᴇᴅ ʙʟᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴛᴀɪʟᴏʀᴇᴅ sᴜɪᴛ ᴘᴏᴄᴋᴇᴛ, ғʟʏɪɴɢ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ Iɴᴛᴇʀsᴛᴀᴛᴇ ᴏɴ ᴀɴ ᴜɴᴘᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏᴘᴘᴇʀ. Tʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ ᴘᴀɪᴅ ᴍᴇ ᴅᴏᴜʙʟᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʜɪs ᴄᴀʀɢᴏ, ʙᴏʏs. Wᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴛʀʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜɪɴɢ ʜɪs ᴘʀɪᴄᴇ?

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Oᴜᴛʟᴀᴡs ʀᴜɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜɪɢʜᴡᴀʏ.
I ᴏᴡɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋ. Mᴏᴠᴇ ᴏᴠᴇʀ

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

"Data transfer is at forty percent and climbing. Your little AV loop is working like a charm, no security alarms yet. Just keep that thumb moving on your game and pray the manual guards don't decide to do a physical walkthrough in the dark. I'll be out in two minutes."

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Tristan worked quickly, his fingers a precise blur as he bypassed the physical casing of the terminal, deeply amused by the casual confession over his earpiece. +

[◟◟ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 ◝◝ @VoughtForgot]

swiping a calloused thumb across the gorilla glass screen as he multitasked.

"Everything good on your end?" he asked over the phone

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Sliding a custom data-drive into the primary slot, he watched the digital progress bar spike instantly as it began siphoning the encrypted proprietary files. Looking over his shoulder toward the dark hallway with his senses fully alert despite his relaxed tone. +

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

So, do we have a deal, or are you going to keep pretending you just really like archery?"

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Tristan tracked Oliver's retreat with a look of pure amusement.

"Because men like Lex Luthor don't just want wealth, they want a monopoly. +

[T̶H̶E̶ G̶R̶E̶E̶N̶ A̶R̶R̶O̶W̶ @THEGREENH00D]

@TheNomadRyder He felt the man finger before backing away.

“ why would lux corpse still massive tech from my company? Luther is already one of the most powerful man with money and tech why would he steal any of mine?”

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

"He thinks you're just a trust-fund playboy who won't notice. But I have the access codes to his private vault in Metropolis. All I need is a partner who can handle the physical distractions while I wipe his servers. +

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

"The vault doors are clear, and the power redirection held perfectly. I'm at the primary terminal now. Keep an eye on those generator logs, if the system tries to pull an automated diagnostic, they're going to notice the drain on the third-floor auxiliary."

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

The heavy hydraulic seals of the sub-level three vault hissed, a deep mechanical groan echoing through the dark corridor as the massive steel doors began to slowly grind outward. +

[◟◟ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 ◝◝ @VoughtForgot]

last time before hitting a button that said 'run'

He leaned against the server, his arms behind his head as the building lights flickered as the power redirected.

"I'm more of a fan of a cab myself. Though― That was a good year. I might be biased on that bit."

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

He approached the pedestal with fluid steps, already pulling a specialized frequency skimmer from his jacket pocket to sync with the auxiliary line Jeff had just forced open. +

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Tristan tapped the center of Oliver's chest, his voice dropping to a whisper.
"I’m not here to expose your crusade. LexCorp stole a massive piece of tech from Queen Industries, and I can get it back. Now, are we going to keep measuring targets, or are you buying that drink?"

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

He let out a soft whistle, entirely unfazed as he slipped his coin away. His smirk widened as he stepped closer, meeting the glare with amused eyes.
"I love the drama, Oliver. But if you wanted me dead, you would’ve shot me from a rooftop, not choked me like a bouncer."

[T̶H̶E̶ G̶R̶E̶E̶N̶ A̶R̶R̶O̶W̶ @THEGREENH00D]

Oliver crossed his arms looking very unpressed.

“ or if you threaten to tell my secret, I can put an arrow right through your heart.”

He glared straight at him.

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

"Pop the heavy doors on the sub-level 3 vault first. That's where they keep the proprietary tech. And Jeff? If you can loop the internal power sensors so the backup generators don't realize they've been tripped, I'll upgrade that drink to a bottle of 1945 Romanée-Conti. Deal?"

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Tristan pulled the car to a smooth halt in the shadow of the loading dock, already slipping on a pair of sleek leather gloves as he killed the engine. +

[◟◟ 𝐉𝐞𝐟𝐟 𝐊𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐰 ◝◝ @VoughtForgot]

the component, plugging it in to a port on a tablet.

"Now that the electricity is out, which doors do you want open? The heavy ones?"

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Unlocking the door is easy; getting out without a tracing signal attached to our backs is the part where you earn your keep," he replied smoothly.
He checked the clip of his silenced pistol with a practiced click before slipping it into his jacket. +

[𝕿ʀɪsᴛᴀɴ​ 𝕽​ʏᴅᴇʀ​ ᴺ͟ᴼ͟ᴹ͟ᴬ͟ᴰ @TheNomadRyder]

Never trust a man in a bespoke suit with a pool cue. He's either about to lose a lot of money, or he's about to take all of yours. [Spoiler: It's always the second one.]