[h1] Epilogue: Reboot[/h1]

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Yo wassup!

Hope da plane ride was good. Zipp's already cryin his eyes out. Haha! (But 4 realz, da crew's been real quiet lately...)

Ms. D and I wanna thank u again 4 da bed an desk. The kids almost neva get new furniture, dey b lovin' it! :)

I hear Oblio's been discharged. How's he? I kno some1 here who's dyin' 4 news of him. I can't keep avoidin' her 4ever ya hear me?

-Mo

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To the GAS kid,

Hello, this is Miss Aubrey. I'm writing to notify you on the off chance you'll be contacted by a member of an organization called DCI. They are under strict instructions from my lawyers to not disclose your personal information.

In exchange, we are expected to fully cooperate in their efforts to capture Dr. Tan. I hope you're at least smart enough to answer some of their questions.

That is all. Angel offers to fly you over for a visit sometimes.

Cheers,

Miss Aubrey

P.S. Don't forget to practice! If I find you out of shape and fat, you're not going to enjoy our conversation.

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Hey hey!

Sorry it took me so long to reply to your email. Been busy at the gym, ya know the drill. :P

How's home? How's Mr. Tall, Dark, and Gloomy? Mo tells us he's finally out of the hospital. For someone who's been riding a bike for days without rest, no wonder he's in such bad shape. Good thing he doesn't have to worry about Tan anymore. That's why he finally came home right?

Do you have time to chat tomorrow night? I'll be online, for once. You should feel special, I never wait by the computer for anybody. :P

Em

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Hey G! When u comin bac?!

Holla bac at yo gurls,

T&T

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Papi Chulo here~

Have you heard of a thing called Project Lockstep? Aubrey's been talking with DCI agents again. That Rasa fellow is always over at the studio, getting his "macho" game on. Porque... D:

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G, ya gotta calm down. If Oblio's gone, then ya can't find 'em if he dun wanna b found. From wut chu tol' me, he ain't been da same since he came bac rit? Dere's somethin' big goin' on here wit wut's left of Tan Industries. Dat mit be it?

I'll ttyl, got class rit now.

-Mo

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Hey, you got time to chat tonight? Things are getting a bit crazy over here. Wanted to make sure things are okay on your end.

Em

P.S. The three hour time difference really sucks. :[

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Wait, my mail isn't going thru. Wth is going on?!

[mailer daemon failure notice]
Delivery to the following recipient failed permanently.
[more details]
Interception by foreign IP address. Source unknown.

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Hey, *&% time to chat ^$%#? Things are ^$ #$% crazy over here. Wanted to*&^*(%# ( are okay on your end.

-Em

P.S. The #$%*(& difference really sucks. (&^$%#

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Hey dude!

Our chem teach accidentally called out your name during roll call. I almost answered for you too. That's strange isn't it, you've been gone for three months and he hasn't ever done that before...

Don't you worry about Mo, he's been too busy being my helper for a week. lol

-B

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It's ur boi Mo!

Wonderin' if things be gettin' wack ova dere. Stuff I swear I took care of weeks ago, are now comin' up again.

If dat ain't enuff, B's been askin' me fo odd favors. Odd cuz I git dis sense of deja vu. Like I did dis b4... I had ta go shoppin' wit' em, went ta da movies wit' em- it's like 2 bros datin' each otha. WTF?!

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Yo it's Mo again,

Ur rit, I b trippin' ova nuthin. Actually today B asked me how a playa spits game. Haha so dat's wassup. He's crushin' on a chick an wanted mah expert opinion. :O

I'll update chu late abt that. ;)

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Hola~

I hear you're still looking for that lost brother of yours. Did you know Aubrey has an impressive team of private investigators under her employment?

Bueno, let me know if you ever want to drop by for a visit.

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Omg, u dun think it's Emilia?! U hav been gone fo awhile …haha jus jerkin' yo chain. ;)

-Mo

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Facebook tells me it's yo b-day! Happy Birthday G! Everything's the same ol' same ol' here!

-Taye

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When ru comin bac?! U promised me a rematch! :[

O yea, happy bday. :P

-T

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Happy Birthday lil' man! Hope all's good.

Come bac an' visit? U kno u wanna. ;]

- Mo

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Feliz Cumpleanos hombre!

P.S. My present will be a round trip in the Lu$h-copter. Choose wisely. Heh~

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Dude, happy b-day! Have a good one!

-B

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Oh crud! Happy Belated Birthday!

I'm so so sorry, I got caught up late last night with the crew and left my phone at home. :[ So I didn't get your call until morning, and it was too late to call back.

Please don't be mad? :(

-Em

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Glitch, answer your phone. We're on our way already.

-Miss Aubrey

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Homie! U was tearin' it up at da battle last nite. U got way betta last time I saw ya. :] But still light yrs 2 go b4 ya can beat me! ;D

Angel tends ta ramble on bout Aubrey doesn't he? Last time, he put B ta sleep jus talkin bout her shopping trips. Aha, take care lil man, an' ur welcome ta crash at mah place anytime!

-Mo

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No fair! U cheated! I demand anotha rematch! (An is it jus me, or didya voice change...)

-T

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It was good seeing you, if only for a weekend. I knew you can't stay mad at me for long! xD
I'll cya online later?

-Em

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Mah bads man, been busy out wit da crew dese days.

Yea, u heard rit. Taye got into a school out of state. Her parents almost sold the mini-golf course ta pay fo da tuition, but she managed ta talk em outta it.

Me? I gots a gig ata downtown dance studio. U be talkin' ta da new assistant choreographer! Hittin' em fresh an showin' up da rest, haha! Heard ur hittin' up studio too? Wut, da subway not good enuff fo u no more? LOL jus playin' kid, if ya get any fanmail, tell 'em Mo sentya sum. ;D

-Mo

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Hey there!

How's it going, it's been awhile since I heard from you. Hope school's going well, we're almost done with our semester here. Mo told me you have quite a fan club over there. Sounds pretty cool dude!

Nothing going on really, just me and the surfboard. Em's been pretty busy with volleyball season. Did you get a chance to talk to her lately?

-B

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Check it out! The crew got me this kick-ass necklace for my birthday~ Which reminds me... someone didn't wish me a "Happy Birthday" yet... still sore about me forgetting yours? :[

-Em

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Sup G,

It's 'most finals week. Taye an' da resta dem r 2 busy 4 me. Every1s graduatin'! An leavin' me behind! :((((

-T

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Hey hey!

Man it's been crazy here. Some coach from a community college keeps bugging me to join his team, but what's worse is B's actually pushing me to do it! Doesn't he know I hate school? :X

Nice to finally hear from you again. May 14th? Uh... I think I'll be going to B's and Mo's graduation, why do you ask?

-Em

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Ya shoulda seen her face when I tol Em. She went ape. lol

We'll b dere ta getchu. No worries dude!

-Mo

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She can never stay still.

Emilia shifts her weight from one foot to another, just as a boxer would. Almost as if she's the one getting ready for a match.

"You don't look nervous at all," Mo teases from her left side. She punches him lightly on his shoulder. He staggers sideways, over-exaggerating it.

"Shut up," Emilia commands with a smile.

The two of them stand near the back of the waiting crowd. PB has the night shift, and Zipp has a date. Bodie is going out of town to visit relatives. Taye and Lil' T are out with family, and will meet up with them later to crash Angel and Aubrey's VIP table. Finals are finally over, and everyone is out celebrating for the end of another school year. And for some of them, it also means the end of high school.

There are other things she could be doing on a Friday night, but she would not be missing this for the world.

"Da years sho go by fast…" Mo muses out loud. He is wearing his new favorite gold and navy zigzagging patterned hoodie, complete with the trademark cap that covers a good portion of his face. His hands are tucked inside the pockets of his skinny jeans, but she already saw the fresh tattoos on his knuckles.

"No kidding," she half-heartedly agrees while craning her neck to scan above the sea of people. "Man what is taking him so long! I really gotta go…"

Mo just laughs. "Was wonderin' how long chu gonna hold it in gurl. Jus go, I'll keepa look out. Not like he'll eva think of ditchin' dis place without chu."

Emilia thanks him and quickly turns around, hoping to hide the beginning signs of a blush on her face.

The night before Glitch left, she had spent it at his place. They stayed up late to talk. She learned about his life in L.A. and his parents, about his friends that he grew up with. He told her about Oblio, the kind of step-brother he was, and what happened during the time he was gone.

She remembers listening to the song he made for her, and falling asleep on his bed while he finished packing his things. In the morning, she awoke to find him asleep right besides her, his hand covering hers. It was so very foreign and strange that she wanted to bolt and run.

To tell the truth, she was not sure where they were headed either. Long-distance relationship does not sit well with her, and Glitch wasn't sure if he will ever be coming back. The two of them sadly agreed to stay good friends. And neither ever mentioned the last night again.

It was only a few weeks ago Mo called her up with the news. She couldn't believe it. It's been so long that he might as well be a completely different person by now. True, they kept in touch online and checked in with the occasional phone call. But it's not quite the same, and they both went on with their lives.

As she bends over to wash her hands, Emilia pauses to look at the bathroom mirror. The girl, no, the young woman gazing back at her is practically the same as the years before.

Her hair's grown a lot longer. Dark, thick hair flows freely down to her shoulder blades. She wanted to cut it at first, but Glitch begged her not to. He said that he always wanted to see her with long hair, and that she can always cut it afterwards. She gave in after he offered to pay for the haircut.

Emilia re-adjusts her tank top. Her dog tags clink at the movement. For the umpteenth time that day she finds herself pulling them out. There are two metal tags. One is from her crew, the familiar Riptide emblem engraved in the front. The other is a birthday present that came by mail. It has a very simple "Em" etched in a pretty font. And the words "Like no other" on the back. She didn't need to read the return address to know who it's from.

She smiles fondly as she tucks the chain back inside the tank. Brushes some imaginary dust off of her clothes and walks out of the restroom.

Ten feet away from where she left Mo, she stops. The tall, street dancer is talking animatedly to a guy with a backpack and skateboard, who has his back facing her. Emilia slowly walks forward, anticipation coloring her steps.

He looks taller. His lithe figure fills out the loose T-shirt and khaki shorts considerably well. His hair, still short, now has tiny streaks of neon purple in the front. The sides are shaved close, and when he turns, she can make out the shaved letters "HD" on the side of his head. There's a small segment of leftover hair tied in a short ponytail at his nape, making her wonder exactly just where his fashion sense have gone off to. Or if he even had one in the first place.

Mo catches sight of her and gestures in her direction with his chin. Emilia lets out her breath as the person slowly turns.

A very familiar pair of grey eyes meets hers. He smiles, the left corner of his mouth lifting more than his right, and it hits her like a well-timed hook.

Despite the new style, the face that's quickly losing its baby fat, and what looks like multiple piercing on his ears, it's still the same Glitch.

He opens his arms with a carefree laugh and catches her. "Whoa there!" They stumble together a bit, and then he steadies her.

"Hey," his voice softens, just for her, "someone's glad to see me."

"Nope. Just testing to see how strong you are," Emilia immediately retorts. She notes with secret delight that they're at the same eye level. "You've gotten taller. Did you start drinking milk or something?"

Glitch shrugs and she can tell it's still a sore topic. "Just a growth spurt."

A loud cough from besides them make them turn. Mo grins evilly at the two. "While you two lovebirds catch up, I'll go get da car. Dun be doin' sumthin' I wouldn't do in public…"

In reply, Emilia sticks out her tongue at Mo's retreating back. Glitch starts to blush and ducks his head.

As always, she makes the first move. Her hand, calloused and yet still gentle, takes a firm hold of his while her other arm wraps itself around his neck. Glitch instinctively holds her tight against his chest. He buries his face in her hair. And smiles at her next words.

"Welcome back."

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Note:
I was kind of iffy about the one-sided text/email format in the beginning. I wanted some way to show long-distance friendship, how some people make the effort to keep in touch, while others kind of fall off the radar. I mean it's a party of life, been there done that, just b/c Glitch was friends with everyone doesn't mean it'll be the same after 1-2 years. So how the heck do I go about doing that without going into too much detail or drama, and conveying more with less words? Lol this is my creative solution, let me know if you think it works/not?

I hope you guys caught the not-so-subtle hints that everyone had their memories erased. By DCI no doubt. This is my method of "integrating" with DC3's story line, and hopefully stay somewhat canon by the end. I mean even if high school/college kids can be recruited as DCI agents to fight dance crime... would they be allowed to carry all that classified info with them when the mission's over? If time travel is possible... then why not amnesia-inducing technology? MIB style?

Let's see how close I get to the actual plot. If need be, I might come back and revisit this update when DC3 comes out. :3 At least I guessed Em's hair right (wrote this part 5 months ago). Hehe she's been getting girlier these days. ;D

Thank you everyone who read and reviewed. DC fandom has been amazing overall, it's been a great ride. Security Breach is officially done, and any more DC writing (one-shots, sequel-ish drabbles) will be in my other story "System Defrag". That and check out my DeviantArt for a series of short stories involving Bodie. xD

Till next time!