Barbara Gordon - Oracle (knowsherstuff) wrote in newalliance, @ 2012-12-25 19:36:00 |
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Who: Barbara Gordon
NPCs: Evil-Hacker-Guy
When: 12/20 - Same time as this
Where: Clocktower / The Internet
What: Barbara Gordon faces off against the hacker responsible for a Doomsday cult.
Rating: PG-13
The scene at the warehouse had descended quickly into chaos--thanks to her agents, it was somewhat controlled chaos, but still, she was keeping an eye on things, ready to provide tactical backup if needed. For the time being, she had better eyes than they did on the ground. "Canary, just remember if you're going to be setting your voice off to keep eyes out for anything combustible. I'm not trusting these nutbars to safe sto--" A message flashed on her screen. It was a ping from tracking code she had put in place after she had been able to get a better signature from Mr. I-See-The-End. She needed to act quickly, to catch up to him before she lost him again. For the moment, the action in the warehouse was forgotten. "Just be safe guys."
She put the comm line aside, scooping up the interface helmet that she and Ted had been working on. It was crude, and it made her scalp tingle. Still, it had made her fast enough to get a tracker on this guy in the first place. And it was just one guy (or girl), not a legion of hackers. She'd learned that much. She'd also gotten the warehouse address and some transaction records from the breadcrumb trail she'd been able to make with this device, but the best part was that it had validated one of her hunches. It was D-Day. It was go time for this man's cult, but he definitely was wanting nothing to do with the action that her friends were in.
She fixed the helmet down carefully over her head, the array panel in front of her eyes switched on, filtering data right to her as she sifted through it, piece by piece. She was hot on his heels, and he wasn't going to get away. Except, the odd thing was that he didn't seem to be trying to get away. His presence was totally localized to a server farm in Russia, and he wasn't going anywhere.
"What are you--"