Helena Wayne is (the_huntress) wrote in doorslogs, @ 2012-09-10 01:42:00 |
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Entry tags: | door: dc comics, huntress |
Who: Helena Wayne
What: Amusements and then a big oops.
Where: A cyber cafe in Tokyo.
When: Current
Warnings/Rating: Nope, none.
Where she'd come from, Helena had been used to all the best things. The best gadgets, the best training, the best cars and clothes and everything that went along with being a Wayne. Here it was so different -- she'd had to build her own cave, stock it with all the things she wanted, including the tools she used to practice with, but it wasn't the same.
Even tailored to her and built to specifications that she was sure her mom and dad would approve of, it wasn't enough. She needed more things, other things to make sure she stayed in top form. It meant more money and more money meant that she had to visit another cyber cafe. They weren't hard to trace but they were anonymous and even if someone traced it back to the place, she'd be long gone. Besides, she was taking small amounts only, enough to live on but not enough to be caught by any of the fail safes.
Dressed down, very down in a dress and a hoodie, she went in and paid for a half hour in cash. She did a little light surfing, nothing important and nothing that would raise any flags. About twenty minutes in, she finally fished a small USB stick out of her pocket and plugged it in. Dad had some serious security around the family accounts, but he'd taught her a long time ago how to get in. The first time she'd done this, she wasn't sure if it would work, if the Bruce Wayne here would have left the same holes as her dad had, but he did.
She used one now. Five minutes left. Her fingers moved fast over the keyboard and then too fast, as an extra zero popped onto the number she wanted to transfer and fifty thousand became five hundred thousand. There was no way to stop the transfer once she'd pressed enter. The money was in her account and she only had enough time to stare at the screen before realizing this was bad. So bad. Putting it back would be even worse than taking it in the first place. Yanking the stick out of the computer, she shut it down as fast as she could and got the hell out.
She ran out like her feet were on fire. The nearest place she could go to -- Hong Kong. Hong Kong would be good. The gadgets here could wait.