** playing w/o powers for Rane **
Gods, what a dump. Even the seats at this dive were rotting out, nevermind the rest of the place. Rane had hoped that New York would be at least a little less clogged than the European megacities she was used to, what with the Americans' obsession with environmentalism since before the turn of the century, but apparently that was a pipe dream now. And this place was just part of the proof of it.
Whole bar stunk of stale booze and other things she really did not wish to contemplate, and the mere thought of touching whatever was on the shelves behind the counter made her gag. Even the worst owners of the cheapest pubs in Neo-London kept their places cleaner than this. But it did have a few things going for it: no cover charge or drink minimum, the bartender took cash (no plastic trails to worry over), and most importantly it wasn't the kind of place to be bugged or heavily monitored. That meant she could deal in peace, even if it required having to enter armed-for-bear to avoid most of the... issues this hole-in-the-wall had.
Even if she was going to need a gallon of mouthwash to get the taste of this shithole out of her mouth.
Checking her phone, she noted the time with some disdain, drumming her curled fingers on the body of the well-used sniper rifle propped up against the chair beside her. She'd been contacted after posting her inquiry for a hacker on the underground BBS by what was reputed to be a decent hacker, and had arranged to meet here prior to starting her job. However, if the bastard made her wait, she was going to take it out of his cut, or find someone more reliable.
She hated hiring out for jobs - especially ones that didn't have a damn good payout - but this one required someone on-site, and she oculdn't convince any from her favored circles to come along, so it was this or drop it. And Rane did not drop jobs, not without damn good reasons. It was the only way to keep a reputation, even if it became a shady one. That, and she needed the favor her clientele offered, which could put her back at the top back home.
Gods, what a dump. Even the seats at this dive were rotting out, nevermind the rest of the place. Rane had hoped that New York would be at least a little less clogged than the European megacities she was used to, what with the Americans' obsession with environmentalism since before the turn of the century, but apparently that was a pipe dream now. And this place was just part of the proof of it.
Whole bar stunk of stale booze and other things she really did not wish to contemplate, and the mere thought of touching whatever was on the shelves behind the counter made her gag. Even the worst owners of the cheapest pubs in Neo-London kept their places cleaner than this. But it did have a few things going for it: no cover charge or drink minimum, the bartender took cash (no plastic trails to worry over), and most importantly it wasn't the kind of place to be bugged or heavily monitored. That meant she could deal in peace, even if it required having to enter armed-for-bear to avoid most of the... issues this hole-in-the-wall had.
Even if she was going to need a gallon of mouthwash to get the taste of this shithole out of her mouth.
Checking her phone, she noted the time with some disdain, drumming her curled fingers on the body of the well-used sniper rifle propped up against the chair beside her. She'd been contacted after posting her inquiry for a hacker on the underground BBS by what was reputed to be a decent hacker, and had arranged to meet here prior to starting her job. However, if the bastard made her wait, she was going to take it out of his cut, or find someone more reliable.
She hated hiring out for jobs - especially ones that didn't have a damn good payout - but this one required someone on-site, and she oculdn't convince any from her favored circles to come along, so it was this or drop it. And Rane did not drop jobs, not without damn good reasons. It was the only way to keep a reputation, even if it became a shady one. That, and she needed the favor her clientele offered, which could put her back at the top back home.
Dwight walked down the street checking his watch. He was a young man with long brown hair and brown eyes. There was a cut on his cheek. He was wearing a black leather jacket that he owned for a while. He didn't seem very interested in what was happening around him, nothing seemed to interest him really. He looked around and saw the bar that he agreed to meet at and entered.
First thing he noticed was the sniper rifle against the chair and he looked at the person in the chair. Understanding who it was, he sat in the next seat and ordered a drink.
First thing he noticed was the sniper rifle against the chair and he looked at the person in the chair. Understanding who it was, he sat in the next seat and ordered a drink.
Mentally Rane ran the profile of her hired help through her mind as she checked the time once again, notably irritated as she tapped her fingers on the table impatiently. Next moment she looked up, there he was. It didn't brighten her disposition, however. "Hrmph. Barely made it. I'd hoped Americans had better punctuality than this."
Now that they finally met face to face, Dwight could see that his client-slash-partner was a cut above the usual woman that took up such a life; everything about her extruded an air of cold elegance, right down to the frosty blue of her eyes, and despite the environment the one-piece suit she wore was neat and well-cared for. Although less-so for the ragged duster she wore over it, which had probably been bough at one of the local second-hand shops. Her hair, though, was perhaps the most perplexing, so pale that its long, straight locks shifted and altered colors to match those around her.
Of course, there was her weapon, but for a proclaimed sniper her choice of guns was rather on the compact side. Still, judging from the size of the clip in it, this one wasn't a piece to sniff at; even smaller calibers could punch holes in people, and this was certainly no vermin rifle. The short length was odd, but there were more important things to worry about.
Taking a quick glance around, she gave a small cough, noting "Although barely on-time is far better than late. Dwight, I presume? I'm Rane, you've figured out that much already." She held her hand out for a handshake, though the gesture was hardly welcoming. From a small messenger bag she produced a manila envelope containing technical documents and schematics, laying it on the table in front of her but left it closed. "I do hope, however, that you understand this run is strictly confidential. Certain... parties will be quite irritated, and will do whatever they can to silence those responsible if they found out who they were."
Even with the glowing recommendations this young man had, Rane was still cautious. It wasn't in her to trust anyone, but that went double for people she hadn't worked with before. And Dwight fell into that category.
Now that they finally met face to face, Dwight could see that his client-slash-partner was a cut above the usual woman that took up such a life; everything about her extruded an air of cold elegance, right down to the frosty blue of her eyes, and despite the environment the one-piece suit she wore was neat and well-cared for. Although less-so for the ragged duster she wore over it, which had probably been bough at one of the local second-hand shops. Her hair, though, was perhaps the most perplexing, so pale that its long, straight locks shifted and altered colors to match those around her.
Of course, there was her weapon, but for a proclaimed sniper her choice of guns was rather on the compact side. Still, judging from the size of the clip in it, this one wasn't a piece to sniff at; even smaller calibers could punch holes in people, and this was certainly no vermin rifle. The short length was odd, but there were more important things to worry about.
Taking a quick glance around, she gave a small cough, noting "Although barely on-time is far better than late. Dwight, I presume? I'm Rane, you've figured out that much already." She held her hand out for a handshake, though the gesture was hardly welcoming. From a small messenger bag she produced a manila envelope containing technical documents and schematics, laying it on the table in front of her but left it closed. "I do hope, however, that you understand this run is strictly confidential. Certain... parties will be quite irritated, and will do whatever they can to silence those responsible if they found out who they were."
Even with the glowing recommendations this young man had, Rane was still cautious. It wasn't in her to trust anyone, but that went double for people she hadn't worked with before. And Dwight fell into that category.
Dwight glanced at the documents on the table. "Yeah, I understand" he said. He doesn't usually get involved with other people more than he has to. He has what he needs and people in general just aren't very appealing to him. So why did he accept this job? Because he was bored, as well as that he needed some more money as well.
Hacking is very simple and is the best thing he can do. This is actually the first time he was hired to do this for someone. Most of the time Dwight just usually does it to make is life easier and a little more bearable, other times he does it to change things round and see how society reacts to them. This job looks quite simple for him. He glanced at Rane, first impressions seem to be okay. She seems very to-the-point as opposed to most people on a daily basis. So far all this looks simple.
Hacking is very simple and is the best thing he can do. This is actually the first time he was hired to do this for someone. Most of the time Dwight just usually does it to make is life easier and a little more bearable, other times he does it to change things round and see how society reacts to them. This job looks quite simple for him. He glanced at Rane, first impressions seem to be okay. She seems very to-the-point as opposed to most people on a daily basis. So far all this looks simple.
So far, things seemed to be looking good. Dwight appeared to be competent and understood what he was looking at. So now it was time to dive into the meat of the job, which made Rane a bit antsy. Some people ferreted when they heard words like "assassinate" and "sabotage" - another good reason to work with in-house helpers - but there was really no other way to describe some jobs. Thankfully, this wasn't one of those, or so Rane hoped.
Taking a few moments to compose herself, she began describing the job in more detail. "The Argyle and Grumpe Construction Firm has been working recently with an unspecified group to build a very... elaborate corporate fortress just outside New York City. While they were trying to keep it on the low-down, information about the new building leaked out, and the unknown group has been working to silence anyone who has accessed the files regarding this new place. My client has lost several people while pursuing and acquiring this knowledge, and wants to know why.
"This is where you come in. I could infiltrate the building on my own, but the security measures are already up and running - even though the structure is only partially complete. Seems the basement is the most important part, and after considering any and all possibilities I could think of, I've concluded that no one could get half-way inside without setting off a suite of alarms, or some serious mil-spec stealth hardware. As if that weren't annoying enough, several ace hackers I've contacted said they couldn't even find the place on the grid, as if someone just pulled the plug on that location; that doesn't make sense, because any corporate place nowadays is hardwired into the 'Net one way or another."
A sigh escaped; a small one, but a sigh nevertheless. "That's why I need someone on-site for this job. You'll have cover provided - though hopefully it'll be unnecessary - and since it's a reconnaissance job I plan on being in and out, no fire-fights if it can be helped. I can pay 5k up-front if you need a down-payment, and the rest of your cut will be wired to you once the mission's complete." Rane left out the obvious - that neither of them would get paid if things went south, or have much of a use for it when they were six feet under.
Leaning back, she gave a nod, inquiring "Are you still interested? Any questions?"
Taking a few moments to compose herself, she began describing the job in more detail. "The Argyle and Grumpe Construction Firm has been working recently with an unspecified group to build a very... elaborate corporate fortress just outside New York City. While they were trying to keep it on the low-down, information about the new building leaked out, and the unknown group has been working to silence anyone who has accessed the files regarding this new place. My client has lost several people while pursuing and acquiring this knowledge, and wants to know why.
"This is where you come in. I could infiltrate the building on my own, but the security measures are already up and running - even though the structure is only partially complete. Seems the basement is the most important part, and after considering any and all possibilities I could think of, I've concluded that no one could get half-way inside without setting off a suite of alarms, or some serious mil-spec stealth hardware. As if that weren't annoying enough, several ace hackers I've contacted said they couldn't even find the place on the grid, as if someone just pulled the plug on that location; that doesn't make sense, because any corporate place nowadays is hardwired into the 'Net one way or another."
A sigh escaped; a small one, but a sigh nevertheless. "That's why I need someone on-site for this job. You'll have cover provided - though hopefully it'll be unnecessary - and since it's a reconnaissance job I plan on being in and out, no fire-fights if it can be helped. I can pay 5k up-front if you need a down-payment, and the rest of your cut will be wired to you once the mission's complete." Rane left out the obvious - that neither of them would get paid if things went south, or have much of a use for it when they were six feet under.
Leaning back, she gave a nod, inquiring "Are you still interested? Any questions?"
Dwight nodded "I'm still interested". He didn't intend to be part of fire-fights but in case of any bad situations, he brought a gun with him. It was a handgun that he took from a cop a while ago. Dwight doesn't know why he kept the gun, he didn't really have much use for it.
Hacking the security system should be interesting, there were a couple times where he hacked security systems, both turned out all right. This is the first time however when he's doing it with someone else.
Hacking the security system should be interesting, there were a couple times where he hacked security systems, both turned out all right. This is the first time however when he's doing it with someone else.
Dwight was confident, but didn't appear to be overly-so. That was good; someone overconfident in themselves would have also ignored the papers offered. Rane gave a slight affirming nod, stating as she slipped him a small scrap of paper "Good. I'll meet you here at 2200-- er, 10 in the evening, tomorrow. Give some time to prepare. My temporary contact info is also on there, in case you need to reach me before then."
A twitch of a smile tugged at her lip, but nothing more. Gathering herself, she stood from the booth and moved to shake hands, noting professional-like "May sound paranoid, but I'll need those documents back tomorrow; one never knows whose eyes and ears are watching. I'll be around and in touch." She of course had copies, and if he had any ideas of selling her out... well, that was one use for her rifle, anyhow, which she patted softly for reassurance.
The next day, Rane found herself on a precipice overlooking the partially-finished building in the dwindling twilight, watching the patrol routines. None of them looked particularly armed, but she had noted a few with slightly different uniforms. Could be nothing, but could mean everything. It was coming up on the prearranged time, but there was still plenty to spare for now.
These guards were going to be a nuisance, but if it came down to it Rane was prepared to take a few lives. Being a recon mission, though, if that could be avoided it was for the best. Maybe it would be good for her to stash her rifle here as well, but that was only if the situation warranted it. Others might be privy to that, but Rane preferred her firepower close at hand. Of course, the moment a single shot was fired - even with the suppressor on - it was only a matter of time before things turned ugly.
A twitch of a smile tugged at her lip, but nothing more. Gathering herself, she stood from the booth and moved to shake hands, noting professional-like "May sound paranoid, but I'll need those documents back tomorrow; one never knows whose eyes and ears are watching. I'll be around and in touch." She of course had copies, and if he had any ideas of selling her out... well, that was one use for her rifle, anyhow, which she patted softly for reassurance.
The next day, Rane found herself on a precipice overlooking the partially-finished building in the dwindling twilight, watching the patrol routines. None of them looked particularly armed, but she had noted a few with slightly different uniforms. Could be nothing, but could mean everything. It was coming up on the prearranged time, but there was still plenty to spare for now.
These guards were going to be a nuisance, but if it came down to it Rane was prepared to take a few lives. Being a recon mission, though, if that could be avoided it was for the best. Maybe it would be good for her to stash her rifle here as well, but that was only if the situation warranted it. Others might be privy to that, but Rane preferred her firepower close at hand. Of course, the moment a single shot was fired - even with the suppressor on - it was only a matter of time before things turned ugly.
Dwight was walking to the prearranged place. He had the gun from yesterday and a knife that he found in his pockets, along with other things he would need for this job. He also had the documents that Rane requested. He noticed Rane up ahead and walked silently to her. He also saw the guards down below. If all goes well they wouldn't see them at all.
Hearing footsteps, Rane turned to see Dwight coming up the road - on foot no less. Her bike was stashed in some bushes nearby, not wanting to leave a trace behind for anyone rolling up the road to see. A nod was all the acknowledgement she gave for the time being as she returned to watching the patrols. Rane needed to know exactly when and where they'd be, almost down to the second, if she wanted to get both of them inside without raising all hell within a kilometer radius.
After several agonizing more minutes of observation, she finally got up and motioned for her cohort to follow. Sliding down a steep slope in the dark wasn't a great idea, but it put them closer than taking the road around - plus drawing less attention as well. Every couple of paces she stopped to watch the guards before sliding another few paces, rinse and repeat.
Finally at the bottom, the two made their way past the fence; snip snip with a pair of bolt cutters, being careful not to make too much noise so as to alert the goons inside, then ducking underneath a small hole just large enough to fit their two bodies through. Pausing for a moment, she turned back to tie the fence back up in a few places; it was dark enough that, unless the guards were looking closely, they shouldn't notice the fresh hole cut into their security fence. Most weren't paid enough to closely examine every square foot around a compound.
Doing a quick sweep of the area, she motioned for Dwight to get down as a pair of goons passed by. As soon as she thought they were out of earshot, Rane bolted to her feet and sprinted across the gap between the fence and the nearest concrete barrier. She didn't stay put; no sooner had she stopped behind that than she vaulted over, scanning the darkened construction site for their entrance.
That came in the form of a service ladder next to a matching elevator large enough to roll cars onto. What this place needed with a lift this large was anyone's guess right now. Unfortunately, the lid was code-locked. Contemplating for a moment about just shooting the damn thing off, Rane stepped aside, motioning at the keypad. "Your turn."
After several agonizing more minutes of observation, she finally got up and motioned for her cohort to follow. Sliding down a steep slope in the dark wasn't a great idea, but it put them closer than taking the road around - plus drawing less attention as well. Every couple of paces she stopped to watch the guards before sliding another few paces, rinse and repeat.
Finally at the bottom, the two made their way past the fence; snip snip with a pair of bolt cutters, being careful not to make too much noise so as to alert the goons inside, then ducking underneath a small hole just large enough to fit their two bodies through. Pausing for a moment, she turned back to tie the fence back up in a few places; it was dark enough that, unless the guards were looking closely, they shouldn't notice the fresh hole cut into their security fence. Most weren't paid enough to closely examine every square foot around a compound.
Doing a quick sweep of the area, she motioned for Dwight to get down as a pair of goons passed by. As soon as she thought they were out of earshot, Rane bolted to her feet and sprinted across the gap between the fence and the nearest concrete barrier. She didn't stay put; no sooner had she stopped behind that than she vaulted over, scanning the darkened construction site for their entrance.
That came in the form of a service ladder next to a matching elevator large enough to roll cars onto. What this place needed with a lift this large was anyone's guess right now. Unfortunately, the lid was code-locked. Contemplating for a moment about just shooting the damn thing off, Rane stepped aside, motioning at the keypad. "Your turn."
Dwight walked towards the keypad of the lift. He got out everything he needed and got to work. Describing how to hack something was too technical, hacking stuff was very easy for him anyway. After a while he managed to get it working. He stood up and nodded to Rane. "Fixed" he said. If all his involvement was like this, maybe all this would be pretty easy.
Of course, not all of it would be that easy. They hadn't even gotten inside yet, and that was where the real fun would start. For now, though, Rane stepped forward with a nod and pulled back the hatch to the service ladder, making another nervous glance around to make sure no one was watching. The stupid thing made some noise, but not enough to garner the guards' collective attention; with their entry point secured, Miss Sniper stepped down and began descending the service ladder.
Said descent took some time, but eventually terminated in a small room with a locked metal door, which was quickly picked. Taking her pistol from its holster, Rane carefully opened their one way in one creak of the hinges at a time. Once satisfied that their entrance was safe, she motioned for Dwight to follow.
Pulling up a map on her smartphone as she walked, she pointed to a dot on the screen, noting "That's where we came in. The security hub is over here, about fifty met-- sixty yards from where we are; if we can get there quietly then that should give you access to most of the building's security - everything except the high-security areas. Those are on a separate subsystem, but are connected to the main security in case there's an 'emergency'." She didn't need to emphasize what that meant.
"That line should be crackable, though. Our main objective is--" Footsteps from around a corner up ahead cut her off, her head darting left and right before deciding upon a small closet room, which she dragged Dwight into. Adrenaline pumped as the young lady closed the door as quietly as she could until it was just a crack, one hand on the doorknob while the other held her pistol as she watched outside. It seemed like the two guards didn't see them, but they weren't close enough yet to tell.
Said descent took some time, but eventually terminated in a small room with a locked metal door, which was quickly picked. Taking her pistol from its holster, Rane carefully opened their one way in one creak of the hinges at a time. Once satisfied that their entrance was safe, she motioned for Dwight to follow.
Pulling up a map on her smartphone as she walked, she pointed to a dot on the screen, noting "That's where we came in. The security hub is over here, about fifty met-- sixty yards from where we are; if we can get there quietly then that should give you access to most of the building's security - everything except the high-security areas. Those are on a separate subsystem, but are connected to the main security in case there's an 'emergency'." She didn't need to emphasize what that meant.
"That line should be crackable, though. Our main objective is--" Footsteps from around a corner up ahead cut her off, her head darting left and right before deciding upon a small closet room, which she dragged Dwight into. Adrenaline pumped as the young lady closed the door as quietly as she could until it was just a crack, one hand on the doorknob while the other held her pistol as she watched outside. It seemed like the two guards didn't see them, but they weren't close enough yet to tell.
Dwight held his breathe as he watched the guards. He glanced at Rane's pistol and decided that this part of the job was hers to resolve, so he didn't take out his own gun. He didn't move, only his eyes did as he watched the guards walk. This WAS going to be harder than he thought.
The guards didn't stand a chance; after carefully squeezing her way back into the hall when they passed by, Rane quickly took the two down in short order, not even giving them time to squeeze off a shot or a squeak. Once the goons were dumped into the supply closet, she signaled Dwight to follow. Their passage lead them to a make-shift security checkpoint, a nod to how quickly the operations here had been set up. Still, it was a roadblock that the two would have to get by, as sneaking by wasn't an option with the nearby camera watching both the only way past and the only entrance to the guard station.
Abruptly, shouting from within could be heard, which made Rane freeze in her tracks, but it soon became obvious it was unrelated to the duo's entry. "Damn it all," one of the security operators swore, "what is wrong with these techs?! Half our systems are still glitching and they're taking coffee breaks!" "Yeah, and they get paid the same as us too. Lousy bastards." A third reprimanded the other two, but by then Rane had stopped listening.
Abruptly, shouting from within could be heard, which made Rane freeze in her tracks, but it soon became obvious it was unrelated to the duo's entry. "Damn it all," one of the security operators swore, "what is wrong with these techs?! Half our systems are still glitching and they're taking coffee breaks!" "Yeah, and they get paid the same as us too. Lousy bastards." A third reprimanded the other two, but by then Rane had stopped listening.
After a while Dwight had an idea. He turned back to the closet that they were hiding in before. "We could use their uniforms to get in" he suggested to Rane.
** okay, back in action! **
Rane turned the suggestion over in her head when it was given. She wasn't sure what tech was up-and-running right now - they could have some sort of automatic scanners or something - but given what she'd just heard... "Yeah, good enough" she affirmed, turning back to where they'd just come from.
Several minutes later (and much fussing about who got the closet first), the two goons were stripped and hog-tied, Rane was adjusting the clothes she'd taken off the shorter of the two - which still didn't fit very well - and the haphazard plan was ready to go. Hopefully it'd fool the guards, because if shooting started, even with a faulty security system, it was sure to attract attention. Trying to remain calm beneath the balaclava that reeked of Copenhagen and what probably was today's supper, she nodded to Dwight, as ready as she was going to be.
Coming upon the checkpoint again, this time they strolled right up past the window. "Hey, hold up!" the senior guard growled, forcing Rane to slow to a standstill as the man behind the glass fiddled with his controls. Another growl came out and he slammed his fist down next to the console. "NED! This damn thing ain't working again!" he yelled behind him. "Thought ya said you fixed it!"
A slimmer guard in a loose-fitting helmet shuffled up, muttering curses under his breath, then noted in a strained accent "You're sure it isn't your pounding that's making it bugger up? If you'd stop getting violent every bloody time the thing 'doesn't work'..." Trying to look a bit more relaxed as the guards bickered at each other and pressed buttons, Rane glanced around, now noticing that around the wall at the intersection were a series of tiny holes - behind those were likely scanners, which were probably there to detect intruders. Intruders like them.
She shot a look to Dwight; she couldn't speak a word if she wanted to keep their cover. Somehow they hadn't noticed the rifle on her back, and hopefully that luck would hold. But if her partner couldn't come up with something they'd have to start shooting, and things would get ugly for everyone real fast.
Rane turned the suggestion over in her head when it was given. She wasn't sure what tech was up-and-running right now - they could have some sort of automatic scanners or something - but given what she'd just heard... "Yeah, good enough" she affirmed, turning back to where they'd just come from.
Several minutes later (and much fussing about who got the closet first), the two goons were stripped and hog-tied, Rane was adjusting the clothes she'd taken off the shorter of the two - which still didn't fit very well - and the haphazard plan was ready to go. Hopefully it'd fool the guards, because if shooting started, even with a faulty security system, it was sure to attract attention. Trying to remain calm beneath the balaclava that reeked of Copenhagen and what probably was today's supper, she nodded to Dwight, as ready as she was going to be.
Coming upon the checkpoint again, this time they strolled right up past the window. "Hey, hold up!" the senior guard growled, forcing Rane to slow to a standstill as the man behind the glass fiddled with his controls. Another growl came out and he slammed his fist down next to the console. "NED! This damn thing ain't working again!" he yelled behind him. "Thought ya said you fixed it!"
A slimmer guard in a loose-fitting helmet shuffled up, muttering curses under his breath, then noted in a strained accent "You're sure it isn't your pounding that's making it bugger up? If you'd stop getting violent every bloody time the thing 'doesn't work'..." Trying to look a bit more relaxed as the guards bickered at each other and pressed buttons, Rane glanced around, now noticing that around the wall at the intersection were a series of tiny holes - behind those were likely scanners, which were probably there to detect intruders. Intruders like them.
She shot a look to Dwight; she couldn't speak a word if she wanted to keep their cover. Somehow they hadn't noticed the rifle on her back, and hopefully that luck would hold. But if her partner couldn't come up with something they'd have to start shooting, and things would get ugly for everyone real fast.
Dwight noticed those tiny holes as well. He actually did some research of his own of this place and knew that it could scan them at any moment. Without looking down he reached into his pocket to a device. That device had a button that he has been working on. It acted as an EMP for a small room which lasted for about 10 seconds. It was a risk using it but it would be an even bigger risk doing nothing. He pressed the button and waited. Surely enough the lights on Dwight and Rane's room started to dim and black out. A few seconds later the lights turned back on. He hoped that it would result in something beneficial for them. Maybe those people might check the lighting?
Well, that worked. As a bonus, the little pocket-EMP also cooked the sensors in the walls, causing a warbling alarm to go off before the duo had even stepped into that section of the hallway. This in turn caused both the techie and his superior to swear profusely and being yelling and arguing with each other.
Unfortunately, it also gave some nasty feedback in Rane's ear, but she recovered quickly enough after yanking the earpiece out, the goons thankfully too distracted to notice her. By the time the two had gotten the system back under relative control, she'd slipped past the sensor array, slid a card through the door reader that cracked right past the lock, and strode into their office, pulling a hand tazer from a hidden pocket. One-two, and the duo were down in quick succession - no fatalities. Fiddling with a few controls, she even got the sensor array down, and gave Dwight the all-clear.
"As good a place as any to set up," she remarked, looking at the fairly temporary set-up that was the checkpoint's office. "And as a bonus, you shouldn't have much trouble with how remote it is." Stripping out of the uniform in a nearby closet, she returned a few minutes later back in her combat one-piece, remarking a little praise as an aside "Nifty toy you've got there. And good thinking, too. I'll be in touch."
With a nod, she was out the door and back into the hallway, leaving the hacker to his work. Checking her earpiece, she found it (miraculously) still working, and fitted it back in. "Is there a map of the complex in there? I'll need directions to get further into the complex." There should be data on one of the computers, and maybe a staging point to get further into the security system. But that was Dwight's job; Rane needed to get deeper inside, and it would take both of them to get to the heart of this matter.
Unfortunately, it also gave some nasty feedback in Rane's ear, but she recovered quickly enough after yanking the earpiece out, the goons thankfully too distracted to notice her. By the time the two had gotten the system back under relative control, she'd slipped past the sensor array, slid a card through the door reader that cracked right past the lock, and strode into their office, pulling a hand tazer from a hidden pocket. One-two, and the duo were down in quick succession - no fatalities. Fiddling with a few controls, she even got the sensor array down, and gave Dwight the all-clear.
"As good a place as any to set up," she remarked, looking at the fairly temporary set-up that was the checkpoint's office. "And as a bonus, you shouldn't have much trouble with how remote it is." Stripping out of the uniform in a nearby closet, she returned a few minutes later back in her combat one-piece, remarking a little praise as an aside "Nifty toy you've got there. And good thinking, too. I'll be in touch."
With a nod, she was out the door and back into the hallway, leaving the hacker to his work. Checking her earpiece, she found it (miraculously) still working, and fitted it back in. "Is there a map of the complex in there? I'll need directions to get further into the complex." There should be data on one of the computers, and maybe a staging point to get further into the security system. But that was Dwight's job; Rane needed to get deeper inside, and it would take both of them to get to the heart of this matter.
Dwight sat at the table and started to go through the computer data. Doing that was reasonably easy. After a while of searching the data he finally found the map. It was quite big, this place was larger than he thought it would be. "To your right is a long hallway that starts to lead to the main security room, however it can lead to many other paths as well. To your left is a room that is unmarked for some reason. It's blocked out on the map." he started reporting to her.
"Roger" Rane quickly responded, hanging left to check out the unmarked room first. It was a short walk from the intersection, and so far she'd only seen powered-down cameras or holdings for them. The hallway seemed to simply end, as if they had begun to make a new wing but stopped; however, upon a second look-over Rane found what she was looking for and shouldered her way into the darkened room beyond, flicking her TacLite on as she did.
As her eyes adjusted, it soon became clear why this room wasn't marked on the map; several rows of seats - like those one might find at the dentist office, were piled up against one side, a few of them stained in blood, with matching puddles on the ground where they would have sat. Gurnies were stacked at the opposite side, likewise splattered. Tools and instruments were slewn about the room on roller carts, and all that was missing were the bodies.
Feeling uneasy just being in here, she quickly took some pictures - not daring to turn on the lights - and called back to her partner "Dwight, I think I found someone's secret operating room. Our client might have good reason to suspect their mystery guest. Heading to the next checkpoint; see if you can keep them busy in the meantime."
As her eyes adjusted, it soon became clear why this room wasn't marked on the map; several rows of seats - like those one might find at the dentist office, were piled up against one side, a few of them stained in blood, with matching puddles on the ground where they would have sat. Gurnies were stacked at the opposite side, likewise splattered. Tools and instruments were slewn about the room on roller carts, and all that was missing were the bodies.
Feeling uneasy just being in here, she quickly took some pictures - not daring to turn on the lights - and called back to her partner "Dwight, I think I found someone's secret operating room. Our client might have good reason to suspect their mystery guest. Heading to the next checkpoint; see if you can keep them busy in the meantime."
"Got it" he said turning back to the computer. Dwight didn't really know what Rane was seeing at the moment , not that it was any of his business. So far it doesn't look like there were anyone around. But all of a sudden he saw some people walking from the other end of the hallway towards where Rane is. "There are people coming" he said to her. "There are three of them, in uniform."
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