Sometimes Crime Really Does Pay {for Spunny}
Crime doesn't pay.
It was a fairly well known saying but one that Rafe Nathaniel Walker couldn't help but smirk about as he made his way to the local branch of the FBI, being escorted by a police officer though he was at least not wearing handcuffs. At the tender age of nineteen Rafe had taken a dare from some of his friends and had hacked into the database of the Bureau, just to prove that he could do it.
And boy did he do it.
Unfortunately he did end up getting caught but rather than finding himself behind bars Rafe was actually offered a job. It seemed as though some in the Bureau thought that they could use his skills to their advantage. Ironic as far as Rafe was concerned but he found being a consultant for the FBI preferable to landing himself in jail and so he accepted the offer.
Today he was going to be meeting his handler, the agent that was assigned to keep him on a short leash and make sure that he didn't do anything else that he wasn't supposed to do. The man that was going to make sure that his skills were more of an asset than a liability. Which was something that Rafe was amused by but by the same token he was also a bit curious to meet this person if only to find out how easy it was going to be to give them a hard time.
Being possessed of an IQ that was genius level Rafe was already a college graduate with a Master's degree but usually he just came across as an arrogant kid. Not something that the boy actively strived for but something that happened none the less. That arrogance was visible on his face as he strode into the building, his blue eyes looking around as he reached a hand up and brushed back his brown hair, naturally highlighted by blond.
"So where's my new friend?" he mused aloud as he scanned the area.
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