Fraud sat next to Faux, a screen pulled up in front of him, in his virus form. He’d sent Roxanne into the old, abandoned base, in hopes of her being able to infiltrate the lab.
He adjusted his headset and nodded at Faux, who was wearing a similar set. Both of them would be in contact with Roxanne as they guided her through this old dump in an attempt to get Fraud’s spyware into the main machine he was interested in.
“Testing the mic,” Fraud said, adjusting his screen so he could see Roxanne clearly. “Can you hear me, Roxy?”