Jamie Loran ♦ Number Six (sixthtodie) wrote in thereincarnates, @ 2012-05-22 21:46:00 |
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Entry tags: | jamie loran, kane lewis |
WHO: Jamie Loran and Kane Lewis
WHAT: Jamie's trying to get information for Black Ops and she gets caught.
WHERE: One of the Resistance's security centers.
WHEN: Tuesday Evening
WARNINGS: Violence. Language. And character death.
Josie had given pretty direct orders, which wasn't something that Jamie was used to, nor something she could exactly turn down. While Josie hadn't told them the how, she had made it clear that she wanted them to find out what they could on the arena. It was dangerous. Beyond dangerous. In reality, it was almost a suicide mission, but she couldn't deny the merit behind it; there were people dying on television every day, and if she tried hard enough she could stop it. Besides, Six was used to suicide missions. It was her everyday life.
She'd had it on good authority--or, well, as good as she could get in this place--that Kane Lewis and the rest of the security team would be busy for the night. It was her turn to work, to keep an eye on the surveillance cameras (the basic ones anyway), and hold guard. They were probably expecting backlash for their little death games going on. She wasn't sure how many of these centers there were, or exactly what they were securing--no, the heads were too smart to share that type of information with such a plebe--but no matter. She had some computer skills, and where her skills ended Six's picked up. She was hoping to be able to hack into all of the cameras they had in order to get a good picture of where the arena was.
Her fingers moved with skill across the keys, entering in codes that she knew from her own details, and then letting Six take over whenever she ran into trouble. It took a good couple of hours of laborious typing before she was finally able to crack the system. It took another hour of searching before she actually found anything useful to her.
"Bingo," She whispered, working on creating the necessary encryption. From there, she attached it to a message addressed to Grace--her name and e-mail, of course, scrambled so it'd be safe from any attempts to trace it back to her or Grace--and she was about to send it when she heard it. From behind her, somebody was entering the room. Jamie whirled around and swallowed nervously.
Busted.