[center][h2]Inside the shed...[/h2][/center]

Surprisingly, the inside of the groundskeeper's shed was devoid of anything, save for a table, a laptop linked to a wireless router and a balding man in his late 30s. He had not yet noticed Castyel as he was fixated on the laptop. Whatever he was doing it was clearly not producing results as the man was only growing frustrated with each second.

"Respond, damn it!" He shouted, slamming his hands onto the table.

He had thought it his infiltration had been a success. He thought he'd be the one to wipe the Ganze corp. record with a successful corporate espionage, but they had known all along. He hadn't even just been forced to run, they [i]gave[/i] him his only option and told him that it would be futile. He hadn't even presented even a small challenge for them, they were making it harder for themselves to catch him.

"Damn it all!" He shouted again.
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A middle-aged man wearing glasses and a lab-coat strutted down the corridor with confidence. His facial expression was neutral, but he was ecstatic.

[i]I did it![/i] He thought, [i]I'm the first one to succeed![/i]

He had stolen data on Ganze corp.'s newest project, the Gigaton arm! He had seen a prototype in action and it was rather impressive. It wasn't very much bigger than a normal arm but it packed a lot of power. Of course the corporation he was working for wouldn't be able to make it wholesale. The Gigaton arm had already been advertised so another corporation creating the same thing would be seen as suspicious. But they could incorporate it into their battle droids to give them a significant boost in power.

He allowed a smile to grow on his lips. Maybe now the could rise up once again. Ganze corp. has tolen their spotlight for long enough, it was time to show them who the original technology giants were...

"Mr. Brown, there's a delivery for you." A voice suddenly said.

He whipped around to see Alto Ganze's secretary?

"A delivery?" He said, trying to calm his heart.

"Yes, the package has no return address but it does mention that it's from a friend. Have you been expecting such a package?" She said.

"Ah yes, I was." He replied.

This must have been the 'help' his corporation was sending him. They said they would aid his escape from the inside to his escape vehicle on the outside.

"Excellent. We usually incinerate unknown packages. You never know what lengths some corporations will go to to steal our data," She said casually. "Please follow me."

Immediately alarm bells set off in his mind. They couldn't know, could they? He was sure he had been careful enough. But he had to follow or else he was just confirming the fact that he was a spy. He started to follow her while keeping his expression neutral.

"Why are you overseeing the delivery?" He asked, "Aren't you Mr. Ganze's personal secretary?"

"Yes, and it was Mr. Ganze himself that told me to oversee the delivery." She replied.

His stomach fell. They knew.

"Now now, Mr. Brown, there is no chance for you to escape if you don't follow me." She said.

She continued to walk forward as he looked around desperately for an escape. However, he was in the underground section of Ganze corp. meaning there was only one way in or out. He had no choice but to keep following her. As he passed other workers, most of them looked away and hurried past, but some gave knowing smirks. They reached an elevator flanked by bodyguards and entered with the bodyguards in tow. The secretary inserted a keycard into a slot on the navigation panel and the elevator sped off.

Eventually the elevator came to a halt. The doors opened into a large hangar-like room, at the center of which... was his escape vehicle. A giant mechanical octoped with a completely protected cockpit. The intention was to make the octoped appear and terrorize the city slightly. Even if he had been discovered on his way out it wasn't likely that anyone would think the escapee would be making such a big ruckus.

"A tracking device has been fitted onto it, Mr. Brown. We are very close to street level." The Secretary said. He pressed a button on the elevator panel and the doors started to close with him on the other side. "I suggest you start running now, Mr. Brown."
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Castyel had the choice of what to do this time. His only orders were to make sure that no one received the stolen data. The data in question was in a hard drive attached to the laptop. Clearly the man was having some kind of trouble, perhaps Castyel could grill him for information first.
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[center][h2][color=orangered]Free World Group[/color][/h2][/center]
"Uhhhh, what?" Gabriel said.

Certainly not a prank call but certainly one of the most strange calls he'd ever received. He quickly typed away at his computer to check the caller's ID, and it was... Belinda Savante? Had they had a security contract with her? There was a protocol which said that suspicious calls were to be reported, but Ms. Sefia had come up to him personally once and told him to inform her whenver a strange call asked for her personally...

"Well, let's hope it's real." He muttered.

He took out his personal phone and typed out a message for Ms. Sefia.

[quote]
[b]Sender:[/b] Somme, Gabriel
[b]Receiver:[/b] Allens, Sefia

I got a call from someone called Belinda Savante, she said she's coming in a week or so. It was kind of... really... weird.
[/quote]

He pressed send, and somewhere across the city, she received.

[b][color=orangered]"Oh, this sounds interesting."[/color][/b] Sefia said.

She looked down at the new message. It sounded rather promising. Whoever sent it was using someone who would be considered inconspicuous at first, but when you realized it was essentially a normal mother calling for the CEO of a security company, you would think something was amiss.

"Where shall we go next, mistress?" A gruff voice said.

The gruff voice was one of her personal bodyguards which she always took with her when she was going out. She took another bite of her hotdog as she walked.

[b][color=orangered]"Hmmm, maybe some ice-cream?"[/color][/b] She said casually.

She had to say, she did enjoy her 12 year old form the most. She could eat to her heart's content because her metabolism when she was 12 had been unusually fast. She knew that Ivan, the head of staff would be making his move sooner or later. She left behind a paper trail for them to follow, so if they had the right people they would find her. Tailing her was going to be the hard part. Her bodyguards would notice unusual behaviour so whoever was tailing her would need to be able to blend in with daily life well.

[b][color=orangered]"Let's see how it goes."[/color][/b] She said.