Major Motoko Kusanagi (fully_synthetic) wrote in mandalus, @ 2013-10-20 08:49:00 |
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Encrypted Video; The Major Is Arrested
[In a safe house, tucked away down narrow alleys and behind fake walls, a woman sits on a chair, her eyes closed. Her breathing is slow, but steady, carefully paced. She’s not asleep, but she’s not awake either. She’s unaware of her surroundings, of the faint waft of fresh air through the vents at the floor. She’s retreated into the network, data swimming on the inside of her eyelids.
One of the network phones sits on the table, a cable plugged between it and the ports at the back of her neck. The screen is flashing green, that her presence in the Cult’s computers is undetected. At it’s side, the little “live recording” light is on.]
[Most of the information in front of her is usual traffic; rotas, timestamps, registers. It’s the bread and butter of government data, even one bent on destroying the people it rules over. But none of it is useful to Motoko. The encryption on these files took no effort to break, the algorithms too simple to be protecting anything important.
She’d checked anyway, on her previous dive. She’d looked through every file, discounting it all. Military data will be deeper, harder to reach but they can’t continue to fight blind. The attack on the Nolan farm was a narrowly averted disaster, and there was more coming. They needed to be prepared, they needed forewarning before they could strike back, and she was going to hack as much information as she could.
She moved in deeper, breaking encryptions as she went, following the trail of data. Recorded messages, supply lists. Her fingers twitched involuntarily as the files were downloaded and saved with her own algorithms. She would send them over to Mary Margaret.
Then something caught her eye. A trail of data, heavily encrypted for such a small file, more so than anything else she had seen yet. She moved towards it, feeling the buzz of the security around it, testing the waters before she began to try and weasel her way in.
That was when there was a shout, the door of the safe house crashing in and a group of heavily armed men burst in, the screen of the Network phone flashing an angry red. She tried to pull away, to shut down her dive but tendrils of data coiled around her, emerging from the file and she cursed.
It was bait.
As the soldiers circled, weapons pointed, her body lurched, the blue sparks of electricity flowing freely over her before she slumped back into the chair. There’s a moment before she’s pushed out of the chair, the electro-pulse knocking out almost all of her functions, leaving her unable to react.
The phone cable is yanked from the port at the back of her neck, the Cult soldier in charge holding the camera up to her face.]
Major Motoko Kusanagi has been taken into custody. Let this be an example to you, Honoured Guests.
[Then the phone is dropped to the floor, a boot heavily crashing down onto it.]