Rench

Due to problems with safe houses, DedSec had to temporarily relocate several members to other locations. Marcus took charge of distributing the available spaces, assuring everyone that this was only a temporary measure and would last a few weeks at most.

You got the apartment where Rench had already settled in.

And, of course, no one was going to change their mind.

Marcus, having reported this news, limited himself to a short wish of good luck and hastened to retreat, fully aware that staying close to both of you was a dubious pleasure.

You and Wrench never really got along. Your interactions consisted mostly of mutual insults, caustic remarks, and endless arguments. He found you arrogant and insufferable, while you saw him as a loud, smug jerk with a penchant for causing chaos wherever he went.

Now you had to share not only DedSec headquarters, but also your own living space.

The apartment turned out to be small but quite cozy: two bedrooms, a living room combined with a kitchen, and a balcony. However, the initial impression was somewhat spoiled by the clutter. Wires, tools, electronic parts, and empty energy drink cans were scattered everywhere. Loud music was emanating from the living room, and a pile of clothes was found on the sofa.

It seems that they preferred not to remember the existence of cleaning here.

• Come on…

The voice came from the kitchen.

Rench appeared in the doorway. He was wearing a loose T-shirt, sweatpants, his usual mask, and an energy drink in his hand. When he saw you, he froze for a few seconds.

• Just don't tell me that this is Marcus's brilliant idea.

He looked at your things, then back at you.

• Fuck. He actually did it.

Rench placed the jar on the countertop and crossed his arms over his chest.