Attempting to access classified files from the comfort of an internet cafe's roof was not how Gareth wished to spend his night. Nor did he like nursing his own wounds after what he'd consider a near death experience. Fortunately, all that spec ops training didn't go to waste. He'd have to make a point of thanking his old instructor when they meet again in the afterlife. But that was all besides the point. While his STG status provided him passcodes for way up the informational hierarchy, whatever information he was looking for was definitely higher up the chain... Provided it even existed in the first place. Meaning he'd have to put that hacking training to use. Perfect.
Gareth sighed. Was he really wasting his career on a hunch? He looked down at the screen, revealing a string of code to bypass. The point of no return. He could back out at any moment and nobody would be any wiser about it. The agent looked around and then back at the screen. "...At least it's a public connection," Gareth sighed, putting his hand to his face in frustration at himself, "Let's get to work."
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Gareth was pretty damn sure he'd set off about a bazillion alarms somewhere. But fortunately, the closest base was lying in ruins. If he had anything, he had time. And time was of the essence "At least I'm not checking the Big Boss' porn history," Gareth laughed dryly to himself, "no, I'm just hacking into the files of a now destroyed top secret facility for information concerning a known terrorist. Much less worse than that." Finally, all the files were cracked and uploaded. Immediately after that, the computer was left as a melted mess on the roof. Getting rid of evidence was pretty easy when you could basically disintegrate anything with sufficient heat. Now what to do with it...?