Post by Maxwell Conner on Oct 15, 2005 16:46:58 GMT
The theft had been annoyingly simple. Ok, so he'd been spotted by some brat in the park, but it was unlikely she spotted who he was or where he was going, so that was all fine by him.
The theft had been even easier. It was a case of slipping in through a supply door, swiping what he needed, setting the c4 and then hitting the charge button. Ka-Boom. There was something painfully satisfying about an explosion. Max shook his head as he mounted the stairs, careful to dip his head everytime he passed a security camera. This was the advantage of the long hair, and the added advantage of having hacked into the System's computers when he'd worked there and made up this phantom occupent. Luckily they looked vaguly, but not entirely like, Maxwell Conner.
Long hair hid the details from his face, and he reached the floor, pulled out he keycard and slipped into the apartment with a heavy sigh. For a few moments he leant back against the wall, the beginnings of a migrane beginning to throb at his temples. It would be agony later on, but at least for now he should carry on with his work.
The apartment was near enough empty, save for several computer towers all linked and silence, a single screen settled on a table in the centre of the room. It was quite, beautifully so and Max flipped on the light. The soft glow flooded the room and with his feet scraping lightly on the wooden floor he moved to the chair, sitting down in it after fishing about in his pockets.
He pulled out a datachip, and a remote wireless connector modem. A rare smile passed over the normal apathetic features. There was nothing like finding something from the past that had been so adamantly banned. Gently he passed his finger over it, before pulling over the drive reader and slotting the chip into it with a soft click.
Beautiful. The computer whirred into life, and for several long minutes Max stared at the screen, occasionally reading a file or two, and occasionally tweaking a little something. HIs right hand rested on the mouse and the keyboard, his left on a pen with a notepad, jotting down things. His idea here was to set up this computer so he could transmit and download, so he could eventually upload, intercept and re-write.
It was just stage one for now, because stage two was to go out there and find someone to be a double agent.
Failing that he'd work his magic charms on the lovely Officer Latner, and blackmail the man into doing his bidding.
The theft had been even easier. It was a case of slipping in through a supply door, swiping what he needed, setting the c4 and then hitting the charge button. Ka-Boom. There was something painfully satisfying about an explosion. Max shook his head as he mounted the stairs, careful to dip his head everytime he passed a security camera. This was the advantage of the long hair, and the added advantage of having hacked into the System's computers when he'd worked there and made up this phantom occupent. Luckily they looked vaguly, but not entirely like, Maxwell Conner.
Long hair hid the details from his face, and he reached the floor, pulled out he keycard and slipped into the apartment with a heavy sigh. For a few moments he leant back against the wall, the beginnings of a migrane beginning to throb at his temples. It would be agony later on, but at least for now he should carry on with his work.
The apartment was near enough empty, save for several computer towers all linked and silence, a single screen settled on a table in the centre of the room. It was quite, beautifully so and Max flipped on the light. The soft glow flooded the room and with his feet scraping lightly on the wooden floor he moved to the chair, sitting down in it after fishing about in his pockets.
He pulled out a datachip, and a remote wireless connector modem. A rare smile passed over the normal apathetic features. There was nothing like finding something from the past that had been so adamantly banned. Gently he passed his finger over it, before pulling over the drive reader and slotting the chip into it with a soft click.
Beautiful. The computer whirred into life, and for several long minutes Max stared at the screen, occasionally reading a file or two, and occasionally tweaking a little something. HIs right hand rested on the mouse and the keyboard, his left on a pen with a notepad, jotting down things. His idea here was to set up this computer so he could transmit and download, so he could eventually upload, intercept and re-write.
It was just stage one for now, because stage two was to go out there and find someone to be a double agent.
Failing that he'd work his magic charms on the lovely Officer Latner, and blackmail the man into doing his bidding.
