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All you had to do was say Dunkelzahn to peak my interest. I shall join in honor of our great dragon president.
Color me interested. This looks pretty cool.
Derek quietly made his way back to the skylight with ease. A quick throw of a grappling hook had him shortly gathering his gear back together and resealing the skylight. It took a little extra time, but Derek was usually not one to be careless. At least so long as the gain didn't outweigh the risks. Derek leaped off the roof, and activated his glider. He needed to think about his next move.
It was strange. When it came to a heist, Derek was known to get a excited, but never enough to get in the way of his plans. However, for some reason he felt an urgency. Every fiber of his being told him he needed to make this heist tonight. But that was absurd. Rashin R&D was one of the most heavily guarded facilities in the city, not counting corporate black-sites. No matter how much he tried, though, he couldn't shake the feeling he needed to strike tonight. And no self-respecting thief ignored a gut feeling that strong.
Derek landed atop a skyscraper and pulled out his communicator. Even though it had some of the best encryption an enterprising thief could buy, Derek still didn't trust wireless communication. Derek took a moment to note how paranoid he was, before brushing it off as he always did. Not one time in his career was his paranoia ever unjustified. Still, his gut feeling urged him on, as he called up Myles.
"Well, if you're actually calling me at this time of night, you really...." Myles quipped before Derek cut him off.
"Can it. I don't have much time. I need everything you got on Rashin R&D. Building plans, pass codes, security measures, everything!"
Myles burst into absolute laughter. "Really? That's sudden. What's the occasion, want to stop in and say hello to security? You lose a bet or something?" Derek didn't say anything. Myles suddenly stopped laughing.
"Oh my god you're serious, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Why? WHY?!" Myles screamed into the communicator. "Are you insane? Even with a week of preparation it would be insanely difficult. What convinced you you need to break in TONIGHT?! And if you say 'thief's intuition' I am going to...."
Derek cut him off again. "You mean to tell me that the best contact in the city can't do me a solid just once in his career? I thought you could crack the secrets of ANYWHERE?"
There was a long pause. Myles sighed through the communicator. "Fine. I'll have something for you around 1 A.M. But you need to get the gear yourself, and be at the site as soon as I get back to you. Though I'd like to know why you want to do this."
Derek waited for a bit, before finally coming up with a reason that wouldn't make his best friend want to punch him in the mouth. To be honest, as much of an excuse it was, it made him grin.
"Call it my magnum opus," he said, before hanging up.
Derek paused as he put away his gear. Something felt off about the night. He could swear he felt like he was being watched. If he wasn't being pushed on by his intuition, he honestly would have locked himself down in one of his safe houses for the night. Not one to pause for too long, though, Derek flew off to gather his fancier gear from his other contacts.
It was strange. When it came to a heist, Derek was known to get a excited, but never enough to get in the way of his plans. However, for some reason he felt an urgency. Every fiber of his being told him he needed to make this heist tonight. But that was absurd. Rashin R&D was one of the most heavily guarded facilities in the city, not counting corporate black-sites. No matter how much he tried, though, he couldn't shake the feeling he needed to strike tonight. And no self-respecting thief ignored a gut feeling that strong.
Derek landed atop a skyscraper and pulled out his communicator. Even though it had some of the best encryption an enterprising thief could buy, Derek still didn't trust wireless communication. Derek took a moment to note how paranoid he was, before brushing it off as he always did. Not one time in his career was his paranoia ever unjustified. Still, his gut feeling urged him on, as he called up Myles.
"Well, if you're actually calling me at this time of night, you really...." Myles quipped before Derek cut him off.
"Can it. I don't have much time. I need everything you got on Rashin R&D. Building plans, pass codes, security measures, everything!"
Myles burst into absolute laughter. "Really? That's sudden. What's the occasion, want to stop in and say hello to security? You lose a bet or something?" Derek didn't say anything. Myles suddenly stopped laughing.
"Oh my god you're serious, aren't you?"
"Yep."
"Why? WHY?!" Myles screamed into the communicator. "Are you insane? Even with a week of preparation it would be insanely difficult. What convinced you you need to break in TONIGHT?! And if you say 'thief's intuition' I am going to...."
Derek cut him off again. "You mean to tell me that the best contact in the city can't do me a solid just once in his career? I thought you could crack the secrets of ANYWHERE?"
There was a long pause. Myles sighed through the communicator. "Fine. I'll have something for you around 1 A.M. But you need to get the gear yourself, and be at the site as soon as I get back to you. Though I'd like to know why you want to do this."
Derek waited for a bit, before finally coming up with a reason that wouldn't make his best friend want to punch him in the mouth. To be honest, as much of an excuse it was, it made him grin.
"Call it my magnum opus," he said, before hanging up.
Derek paused as he put away his gear. Something felt off about the night. He could swear he felt like he was being watched. If he wasn't being pushed on by his intuition, he honestly would have locked himself down in one of his safe houses for the night. Not one to pause for too long, though, Derek flew off to gather his fancier gear from his other contacts.
I'm here. I'll be posting later today.
The government office is not as heavily protected as compared to corporate buildings. After the advent of extraterritoriality, local governments often found themselves with less resources then the corporations that controlled the streets. Even the little security this building had was hired from Ares Macrotechnology, one of the biggest megacorps in the area. Of course, it was pretty minimal, to say the least. There was little of value in a building like this. Which is exactly why Derek dropped into the hallway from a rooftop skylight with no resistance.
Derek spent a few seconds to reload his glider back into his pack. Having it out in a building would just slow him down. He got a look at a nearby directory. The freelance files would be found in one of the few areas of the building with a moderate amount of security. The few people left with skill to compete between the megacorps were a valuable asset, and actually had some of the few economic protections left for small entrepreneurs. His father had been one of these, sought out to temporarily aid various R&D departments. Assuming that the idiots at Ares hadn't changed the security, Derek knew exactly how to get to the files.
Derek silently moved through the hallway to the data vaults. A few patrolmen moved through the halls, but they were clearly sleep deprived. If this wasn't just a local record building, he would have been sure this was a setup. It might still be, but it seemed someone would want to ambush him at the target's location, not here. The door to the record room did have a card lock, but it was an older model. Nothing a trusty hack-tool couldn't hard-wire. Taking a quick peek through the opening, Derek slipped inside.
Derek pulled out a PDA as he reached the computer. He only ever really used it to take data from computers like this, as he didn't enjoy being tracked through technology. Plugging into the database's port, Derek went looking for his father's files. It didn't take to long before he found what little was left. To be fair, there was still a good amount, but Derek's father apparently shared his philosophy on technology to a lesser extent. Copying the files this his PDA, Derek flipped through to see where the Gemini Pistols might be located. Turns out they had been bought in a corporate auction by Rashin Industries. Derek frowned. While they styled themselves as an energy company, anyone who knew about the dark side of megacorps knew they also dabbled in more "morally ambiguous" research. Weapons tech, bio engineering; if they could profit, they worked on it.
There was only one big Rashin R&D lab in the city. Trouble was, it was also one of the most well defended in the country. This was going to need some prep work. As Derek gathered his things to make his getaway, he froze. Something sounded like footsteps behind him. Derek slowly slipped his hand to his silenced 9mm, as he attempted to act natural. Suddenly, he whirled around, aiming his gun at whatever might have made the noise.
The room was empty.
Taking another sweep of the room, Derek doubled his efforts. It was time to leave, one way or the other. It only took a few more seconds for him to close down the database, and begin to make his escape.
Derek spent a few seconds to reload his glider back into his pack. Having it out in a building would just slow him down. He got a look at a nearby directory. The freelance files would be found in one of the few areas of the building with a moderate amount of security. The few people left with skill to compete between the megacorps were a valuable asset, and actually had some of the few economic protections left for small entrepreneurs. His father had been one of these, sought out to temporarily aid various R&D departments. Assuming that the idiots at Ares hadn't changed the security, Derek knew exactly how to get to the files.
Derek silently moved through the hallway to the data vaults. A few patrolmen moved through the halls, but they were clearly sleep deprived. If this wasn't just a local record building, he would have been sure this was a setup. It might still be, but it seemed someone would want to ambush him at the target's location, not here. The door to the record room did have a card lock, but it was an older model. Nothing a trusty hack-tool couldn't hard-wire. Taking a quick peek through the opening, Derek slipped inside.
Derek pulled out a PDA as he reached the computer. He only ever really used it to take data from computers like this, as he didn't enjoy being tracked through technology. Plugging into the database's port, Derek went looking for his father's files. It didn't take to long before he found what little was left. To be fair, there was still a good amount, but Derek's father apparently shared his philosophy on technology to a lesser extent. Copying the files this his PDA, Derek flipped through to see where the Gemini Pistols might be located. Turns out they had been bought in a corporate auction by Rashin Industries. Derek frowned. While they styled themselves as an energy company, anyone who knew about the dark side of megacorps knew they also dabbled in more "morally ambiguous" research. Weapons tech, bio engineering; if they could profit, they worked on it.
There was only one big Rashin R&D lab in the city. Trouble was, it was also one of the most well defended in the country. This was going to need some prep work. As Derek gathered his things to make his getaway, he froze. Something sounded like footsteps behind him. Derek slowly slipped his hand to his silenced 9mm, as he attempted to act natural. Suddenly, he whirled around, aiming his gun at whatever might have made the noise.
The room was empty.
Taking another sweep of the room, Derek doubled his efforts. It was time to leave, one way or the other. It only took a few more seconds for him to close down the database, and begin to make his escape.
Derek woke from his quick rest in his apartment. Being something of a night owl, he preferred to get his rest in during the afternoon. It kept him fresh at night, and off the streets during the hustle and bustle of the day. While Derek certainly enjoyed company, he found crowds to be annoying. They were harder to keep track of, and obscured his vision. He took a quick look out of his "window". The sun was beginning to set, which meant it was time for him to prepare for his nightly adventures.
Derek grabbed some food to eat before setting out, and booted up his terminal. It was time to find out just what Myles thought would be so interesting. He navigated to where his jobs were saved, and clicked to filter for "new; unclaimed". The job appeared on the screen, and Derek nearly spit out his food in surprise when he saw the image of what he was stealing.
The Gemini pistols; his father's personal weapons.
Derek narrowed his eyes and began to look over the details. The buyer was anonymous, and apparently had offered a massive sum of money for it. Considering his usual rate, Derek could make out of this well enough to do whatever he wanted for nearly a year. Still, something was off. Derek new from experience that no job this good came without a catch. And wasn't just that this buyer wanted his inheritance. This smelt of something wrong. It was time to do some snooping.
Derek gathered his equipment, and flew out of the apartment on his glider. He needed to sort some things out. For some reason, he found it easier to think while he was flying. Something about the view and the air rushing past him. He began to think of things he hadn't considered for a long time. Just who had bombed his home? It had been so long since he considered that, he began to get a new insight on the possibility. There was too much in the way of greedy corporate slime and criminal BS to pin anything down. And he didn't know enough about his father's dealings to start.
Derek landed on a skyscraper's roof, and re-positioned himself. He turned to face the government building. With the massive amount of corporate freedom nowadays, it was hard to use government records to track anything. However, his father was a freelancer; one of the last of the greats. Derek took off again, and flew towards the building. Maybe he would find something there.
Derek grabbed some food to eat before setting out, and booted up his terminal. It was time to find out just what Myles thought would be so interesting. He navigated to where his jobs were saved, and clicked to filter for "new; unclaimed". The job appeared on the screen, and Derek nearly spit out his food in surprise when he saw the image of what he was stealing.
The Gemini pistols; his father's personal weapons.
Derek narrowed his eyes and began to look over the details. The buyer was anonymous, and apparently had offered a massive sum of money for it. Considering his usual rate, Derek could make out of this well enough to do whatever he wanted for nearly a year. Still, something was off. Derek new from experience that no job this good came without a catch. And wasn't just that this buyer wanted his inheritance. This smelt of something wrong. It was time to do some snooping.
Derek gathered his equipment, and flew out of the apartment on his glider. He needed to sort some things out. For some reason, he found it easier to think while he was flying. Something about the view and the air rushing past him. He began to think of things he hadn't considered for a long time. Just who had bombed his home? It had been so long since he considered that, he began to get a new insight on the possibility. There was too much in the way of greedy corporate slime and criminal BS to pin anything down. And he didn't know enough about his father's dealings to start.
Derek landed on a skyscraper's roof, and re-positioned himself. He turned to face the government building. With the massive amount of corporate freedom nowadays, it was hard to use government records to track anything. However, his father was a freelancer; one of the last of the greats. Derek took off again, and flew towards the building. Maybe he would find something there.
Well, pardon me. I'm gonna play catch-up before my next post.
*Gasps. WHAT YEAR IS IT?!
Seriously, I spend a day watching the star wars movies with friends and miss EVERYTHING.
Seriously, I spend a day watching the star wars movies with friends and miss EVERYTHING.
I believe so. That's what I've been doing.
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