Alex Vause (jailhouserocker) wrote in thedoorway, @ 2014-08-20 12:36:00 |
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Who: Alex Vause and JARVIS with a special guest star
When: 2 am, 20 August 2014
Where: Oscorp
What: Run of the mill corporate espionage
Rating: low
Some girls just attracted danger. Alex Vause wasn't surprised she was one of them. Back home, joining a drug cartel might have been opportunism or easy money, then it was adventure, then it was obligation. Here, Alex had had the lectures, though skipped the punishment she was slogging through back at Litchfield. But working for the good guys--and whatever his methods, Iron Man was undoubtedly good--Alex seemed to have fallen right back into the lifestyle. Although helping a guy skip international bond and now corporate espionage made trafficking smack seem like small potatoes. The rush was still there and she never backed down from a challenge, even when good sense dictated she should. But a few months ago, Alex wouldn't have believed herself capable of the shit she was pulling if everyone didn't seem to believe she could. Alex had won approval, camping out at SHIELD for three days to get back files and any number of tests of will that came by Tony's office. She'd convinced herself trying to convince Steve she was a SHIELD agent, and Victoria had agreed she'd have hired her--which could have just been bedroom talk. She took a swig from the flask in her purse to get scotch on her breath and wiped her mouth away with the back of her hand, smearing the pink lipstick. It was a Tuesday, and wouldn't do to overdo it, but it was a Tuesday in New York. She hitched her purse in her elbow, took out her ID, and pushed her way boldly, though not gracefully through the sliding glass doors. She flashed it, hoping to just stride by he guard station, but with the police circus Oscorp had been that day. "I'm the dumbass who left her keys at her desk." She bent over the desk, pressing her arms together to accentuate the low cut halter neckline as the guard slid the log book over to her. She lit up the screen to her phone, glancing at the time. 2:25 "I mean that'd be fine and all." She continued conversationally so he wouldn't look at what she was writing. "But it seems everyone at the bars tonight is from Staten Island or someplace." And she was in? Why shouldn't she be? She was an employee after all. Alex took out gloves from her green striped tote bag sliding them on before pressing the button. She didn't stop at twenty-seven, her usual floor, instead scanning her card on the reader and going to the upper floors. It was one of the perks of espionage that the boss was in on, but it would leave a record, but hopefully JARVIS could take care of that. She almost felt she should be wearing a trenchcoat. The first hitch in the plan came from the cops she saw getting off the elevator on the executive floor. She didn't think they saw her as she swore under her breath and ducked into a fluorescent room the opposite direction across the hall. But it meant Osborn's office was out. She leaned against the wall in the men's restroom and tried to come up with a new plan. Maybe the secretarial pool had a computer with access. Or keys. It had the latter, which got her into the boardroom, and after failing with the holotable, a tablet she found in one of the table's drawers, Alex managed to boot up and log onto a desktop computer at the front of the room. It was old but it would do. Alex opened up a messenger window and sent a message to a newly appeared but never used employee account. CNwmn: Hey JARVIS, Without further prompting, several windows opened up, revealing redacted shipping orders, signatures, emails, and other documents. Alex recognized the vague communications, having sent hundreds of them herself to Fari and other associates within her cartel. She spent some time going through the files, closing the ones that were satisfactory and questioning the AI when she needed--are there more emails like this? Who is this recipient. Slowly a web was forming, and these guys were good, she gave them that. The name on most of them wasn't Harry Osborn, though the signatures on some were a bit more familiar than Tony would like. It briefly gave her pause to wonder just who was framing whom in this father-son game. But she wasn't sent here for the truth. Cnwmn: Back it all up.In response, a progress bar popped up as JARVIS complied and Alex stuck a second thumb drive, this one to carry the AI home. JARVIS worked fast but the computer wasn't fast enough. She was interrupted by a figure at the door. "What are you doing?" Alex's wrist caught a notepad, pulling it quickly over the drive that JARVIS was still loading. She minimized the browser window quickly before looking up. She recognized the slim woman in the doorway, Harry Osborn's assistant. Norman's before that. That made her about the best--and worst--person Alex could run into. Alex guessed it depended on how loyal she was to Osborn versus Oscorp--because the two definitely weren't the same anymore. And how much she'd buy a terrible lie or an outright bribe. Oh of all the luck |