And the spies hide out in every corner...
Who: Spy (Solo) Where: His Room When: Afternoon Warning: PG-13 (Male Nudity)
Steam filled the air, obscuring the room from view, the shower in the far side running at full blast. Inside the fixture, head bowed under the hot spray, stood a broad shouldered, dark-haired man. Water pounded down on bare skin, streaming over planes and rises of thick corded muscle under lightly tanned skin.
Turning his head to the side, the water began pouring down the skin of his exposed throat, slicking down his body.
He flicked off the control at long last, having taken his time in scrubbing away sweat earned by his hours in the gym already that day. With a shake of his head, along with a hand brushing away some of the water still sluicing its way down his face. He grabbed one navy blue, fluffy towel of its rack as he stepped out.
Carelessly he rubbed the cloth over his head, and in his own room, far from the eyes of those who might watch, here he could be careless if only a little, Padding barefoot into the kitchen/dining room, he continued drying himself off, caring little about nudity in his own room. Down the short hallway, he continued moving towards the bedroom at the end. There he kept everything he needed at the moment.
Wrapping the towel loosely around his hips was almost a second thought, as he retrieved a slid dark wood box from the bottom of the equally small clothes closet, and set it on the edge of his desk. Sliding into the desk chair, he placed his thumb on the small biometric reader, after uncovering it from beneath a decorative sliding piece. A muted beep, and the box popped open, revealing a matte black laptop.
Setting the computer beside the nearly identical one already settled atop the table, he opened them both up. Several keystrokes later, and they were both up and running, and the man was scanning through various audio files.
Microphones were set in various vent hubs in the ship's ventilation systems, at least in the sections connected to both staff and passenger rooms. A few microphones and cameras dotted other key areas, although nearly all of the cameras have gone down except for two. The hack into the ship's own security surveillance had been down for days, and had yet to go back up, although he checked several times a day just in case.
Hours of surveillance feeds were easier to first run through a program to pick up any names, to catch any ‘hot terms,’ before he personally scanned through the files. Mostly on fast forward, one simple truth could be said at least. Despite the fact that his mission had made zero headway as of that moment, he could not miss that truth.
“These people have got to get a hobby or something,” Spy shook his head. “Lucky they haven’t all perished of dehydration by now, Jesus.”