"The computer, it's one with two monitors. I'll bring another one later. Disappointed?" I asked Daisy, looking at her face.
The girl picked up a small antenna, then a laser negative reader. She also looked at the scanner. There were many devices she was familiar with and others she seemed to have no idea what they were.
"No, it's not that, just how did you do it?"
"I think I overdid it. Maybe now she thinks I'm an international criminal, which isn't wrong." I started to think I had too many high-tech gadgets that I might not be able to explain.
"I'm a bookworm, I guess. I don't have a brilliant mind, but I make up for it with effort; I have a good criminal mind."
"Yes, I see that," Daisy said, looking around the room when her stomach growled. "There's a lot of canned food in the cupboards. The stuff in the fridge isn't good enough, but the rest is. There are a lot of clothes I have. They're boys', but they might be useful for now."
She blinked and stared at me. "Are you asking me to stay?"
o.o
"Oh, I was sobbing. I forgot she doesn't know that I know she's homeless."
"Oh, I just thought you'd get hungry and want to try the shower. It's not like I said you smell bad or anything. I have plenty of detergent, and it's not mine. You can take whatever's here."
Daisy's eyes bulged, and she started crying. "Do I look like a homeless person?!"
Waa!
The girl started crying toward the kitchen, and when she got there, she went to another place and another until she found the shower.
"-"
Shit
After a few minutes, I heard someone open the cupboard and take out some cans and oatmeal cookies.
'It worked.'
The girl left and watched as I finished assembling the computer in the living room.
"Every tile on the floor is worth more than everything I own," Daisy said, somewhat sadly. I don't know how to respond, so I don't. Maybe it's just a way to vent or a conversation starter.
"It's just rock, don't worry, Tony isn't a bad guy. I'm sure he wouldn't even care if we burned the place down."
She nods with an "uh-huh," "Do I help with anything?" she asks.
"I'll show you my program and what I use it for in a moment."
For a moment, the program was active on the monitor, and I showed the half-Chinese, half-American girl how it works.
Luckily, I know the girl from the series and comics; it would be hard for her to betray me.
"The heroes and some villains or villains' helpers who never betray them. I think I should find as many as I can and get them for myself first."
"Spy people." She said, looking at the target list, which brought me out of my thoughts.
"Something like that." I answered casually, as if it were no big deal.
"But why is there a list?" Skye asked, curious to know.
"They're mostly criminals. This guy here is a guy who practically lives in bars. He really looks evil, but he sells drugs."
"There's no 3D model here. It just says Wilson Fisk."
"Oh, never say that name on the streets or we'll end up dead." I warn her seriously.
"Why?"
"He's a cruel mobster. He came to power by murdering people, their families, and torturing them. He's someone you never want as an enemy. He's just a thug, but I have a feeling he won't be one soon."
Daisy was stunned and pale.
"How can such a cruel person still walk the streets in a suit?" Daisy asked, looking at me. "We should report it to the police. An anonymous call."
"No." I answered, taking her by the shoulders and looking into her eyes. "The dispatchers or some detectives would notify him, and then he would use his contacts in the FBI and the CIA. They would trace the call. They would use our voices to look for matches, using programs similar to what he thinks is better. If not today, someday they'll yield results, and they'll find us. Believe me."
"Why would the police notify him?"
"Most of them are corrupt. You'll find out by looking at the cameras. Just promise me you won't get involved. There are security cameras on some corners. If you make a call from them and a camera films you crossing the street, it'll be the end."
Daisy's face darkened. "That's not all. Every phone company has recorded many calls, many voices, and a lot of data, and that means their database is better and more complete. Believe me, they'll find us, and it'll turn into hell."
"Our voices? What's the point of having our voice?"
"Look for similar names. Voices can also be compared. I don't really know."
"Maybe it's not true, but I don't know how much technology SHIELD has."
"But he's very evil. What happens if he does that right now or tomorrow?"
"So don't worry. Right now he seems to be doing something else. He's no longer a boss and is clean. It seems he has a plan now. That's why I'm investigating. Every person here is a potential helper."
"This guy has an entire apartment in the Big Apple. He must be immensely rich."
"He is, but he borrowed money from Wilson Fisk. I'm placing spy cameras everywhere he goes. Soon I'll put them in his office, his house, next to his bed. When he commits a crime, I'll catch him, and he'll go to prison for the rest of his life, or so I hope."
"How can I help you?" Daisy asked, her gaze resolute and her determination strong.
Her eyes seemed to glow as she looked at me.
"That's what I wanted to hear. Now I have her where I want her. I had orchestrated everything for her to make this decision.
I can't use the cunning widows for what I want, not entirely.
Using this naive girl would be the best thing.
"I didn't think you'd want to help me." "I'm not good at this, but you can start by helping me create the search engine I need."
"I can do both."
"So, what do you think if I teach you everything I know? Then you can help me improve my programs, and we can better monitor these guys. But remember, they're dangerous."
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