a. z. fell
She/Her
30
December 21st
Fortree, Hoenn
Bisexual
Surviving
Civillian
i'm just a demon who goes along with hell as far as she can.
is this all there is [past, m, c]
POSTED ON Aug 29, 2022 21:28:03 GMT
Cyg swallows, palms starting to sweat. “Right.” She supposed it didn’t so much matter any more. It wasn’t like she was worried about losing her job, right? Right.
Right.
She spins her ID around one finger as she turns away from Theo and walks back to the employee entrance, forcing her steps to be even and her stomach to not totally rebel and leap out her throat. Just like walking into work, every day for the rest of her life.
She wonders, as she’s letting herself back into the building, if she should have Theo follow her. But she has a plan already, and it really doesn’t involve him.
She takes a right turn away from the union lockerroom and towards the stairs going up to the offices where the engineers and production planners sit. Many of them are salaried and still working, even this late in the evening.
She does a casual half-lap before she finds an empty cubicle, slides into the office chair; she has a USB drive on her keyring shaped like a Furret (the tail comes off) a gift from her mother during tradeschool. Into the USB slot it goes, and onto it she copies the GMH server host program; from there it’s as simple as downloading the user’s saved passwords and login information, and finding out the IP address, which she writes on a sticky note, tears off the pad, before unplugging the USB, clearing the search history, and powering down the computer.
It only really takes about ten minutes but she’s terrified Theo won’t be there when she gets back; he is, though, holy shit, and she hands him the Furret USB concealed in a pack of Benson & Hedges (as an afterthought, because, she’s a spy now?).
“Use a cheap laptop and a VPN from an internet cafe. All the passwords and stuff should be good for another few months until they make us change them for security reasons. This’ll have engineering stuff, line and machine blueprints, order lists, cost estimates… everything in real time. Maybe even some poor sad sack's bank information, depends on how dumb they are with their saved passwords.”
She’s sweating. She hopes this is good enough.
⚰︎ recruitment, act I
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