Eicks' Totally Genuine Supervillain Diary Entry #5

Dear Totally Genuine Diary,

I know I haven't written to you in a while.  I apologize.  Being homeless sucks.

My situation has improved a bit since the last time we spoke, but for a while there things were looking pretty dismal.  My attempts to acquire new living quarters were greatly hampered by the fact that...I can't believe I have to say his stupid fucking name...fine fine, 'Super Brian' decided now was a time to take a shot at me.

He must have found out somehow about my recent setbacks because he sicced his minions on me.  Right in the middle of a tour of a fairly decent apartment too.  Now I was in a civilian persona so I wasn't carrying a ton of ordnance but it sufficed to blow those clowns apart.  Unfortunately I miscalculated slightly and ended up also sort of blasting a gaping hole in the side of the apartment building.  

Which, naturally, resulted in DUO showing up, so I had to perforate a few dozen of them, with the inevitable consequence of Foxtrot Three Five arriving.  Considering how poorly equipped I was the fight didn't go too badly, but I was outgunned and I knew it so I slipped away first chance I got.  Not before the apartment building was completely leveled though.  (I have standards.)

My luck held true though, in that the landlady survived the chaos and ratted on me to the General.  The team must have realized that the earlier DUO raid had been on my apartment and that I was looking for a new home, because from that day on there was surveillance on every space for rent in the entire damn city.  They were just sitting there waiting and laughing while I froze my ass off night after night.

I knew I needed a different approach, so I seized my luck by the throat.  Scavenged parts here and there, built a new companion.  D-1R3 Mosquito.  Makeshift but sufficient for the task at hand.

Had her start hacking porn sites, as many as she could find.  Uploaded viruses to all of them.  Virulent little buggers too.  Infected every visitor's system, then stole as much money as possible the next time they logged into their banks.  It ended up being millions of dollars.  An astonishing amount really, and every penny of it ended up in the General's account.

He was pissed.  Very much so.  When he wasn't busy explaining his innocence to his superiors (and their superiors) he patrolled the streets in a rage, desperate to find and eviscerate me.

Or so Mosquito relayed.  I wasn't anywhere nearby.  Instead I was in a completely different country, selling a piece of software that would increase GPS accuracy by 11%.  A fairly profitable transaction.  Did some careful money laundering, then returned home and purchased a small house near where I had all my stolen goods stashed.  The General was so distracted he hadn't even considered I might change tactics, instead pushing his team to discover how I was profiting off of the hacking.

So yeah, welcome to our new home.  Bit of a fixer-upper but I have some ideas in that regard.  All that can wait though.  The second thing I did was upgrade my internet connection, so Forever Empire is calling.  

I'll talk to you later.  Much later.