"Goddamn piece of shit-" there was a sharp crack as Matt's foot collided with the hard outer plastic of the sadly whirring computer system. The computer wheezed mechanically and the monitor crackled back to life for a brief moment before the awful blue screen of death made its final appearance before the screen went completely black. This had been a long time coming and Matt had been relentlessly bringing the computer back from the dead, doing all necessary backups and restoration. It wasn't that he would be losing anything important, but he was in the middle of securing his finances and he did not have time for this. He kicked the plastic casing again and felt it crack under the pressure. Whatever. Appearances didn't matter,only functionality. He gave a heavy sigh and flipped open his laptop to quickly finish what he had been in the middle of. Then he stood up and stretched and moved his way to the door where he shoved his feet into an old, worn pair of shoes. Deftly he flipped through the 9 locks on his door and stepped out on the porch. Immediately his foot went through the termite ridden wood. "Damn..." He muttered as he pulled his foot out, losing his shoe down the hole in the process. He got down on his hands and knees to peer down the hole for his shoe, using his iPhone as a flashlight. The shiny reflectors on his shoe bounced light back to his face and he reached in and pulled the shoe out, shaking the bugs that had fallen in out onto the porch before shoving his foot back in. "Stupid termites." He jogged to the corner of the house where his bike was tied up. A makeshift trolley was attached to the back and it rattled as he rolled the bike over the gravel driveway. He stopped briefly at the mailbox to check the post. Expertly he slid his hand inside and deactivated the small makeshift bomb the neighbourhood kids had put there. The first time he'd nearly lost a finger. But now he knew better. In fact the one most in danger here was the postman. Matt had taken the time to carefully dismantle one of the bombs once and discover it's secrets. The kids thought he was crazy. He didn't care much. He knew more about the devices than they knew. Finding no mail he hopped on the bike and made his way to the computer shop, an unfortunate fifteen miles away. By the time he arrived it was nearly ten am and he was appropriately breathing hard from the exertion of the trip. His black, wind blown hair stood in a fluffy mess on top of his head as he pushed through the doors of the shop, the tinkle of bell alerting the shop owner of his presence. Matt gave a huff of annoyance. This had better be quick.