Alaric pulled the chair back, sat down in front of one of the vacant computers in the long row of desks in the lab. The black screen that hadn't yet lit up seemed to reflect the weary look on his face. He powered on the computer, the soft whirring of the fan followed by the slow flicker of the monitor coming to life.
His fingers tapped the desk impatiently as he waited. His mind was still spinning with the words of the professor earlier.
"We've received a report that you stole an idea… stole a proposal… from a certain server."
The source of that information... clearly didn't come out of nowhere. Someone must have sent it, becoming the root of his problem. Someone who most likely intended to bring him down.
He sighed deeply, then began opening the browser. "Okay, let's start with the most official route."
