Who: Guerrero & Robbie Where: cyberspace! When: sometime right about now What: meeting of the miiiiinds (Or y'know, movie-style hack-off) Warnings: Maybe some swearing?
Once Guerrero had proved his aptitude, which hadn't taken long, he was fully qualified and then some, Petit had put him in charge of a couple of the offshore accounts, because he was good at making sure that money kept going into them, or at least didn't actively come out of them.
And being as it was almost the weekend, it meant that it was time to make another couple deposits. Or, rather, to make sure the generous donations from a few select companies made it to the right place. In a way it was just like the movies, having to make sure that he couldn't be traced, good old-fashioned double-blind worked for that, bouncing his signal off a satellite and a few different phone companies. Getting in and getting the monies re-routed was the easy part., the fun part, and in fact what he considered the sheer beauty of his plan, was making sure that some of the money got into the bank accounts of a few devious SOBs of CEOs, the ones that were already climbing the corporate ladder a little too quickly, attracting the wrong kind of attention and were just assholes all around.
Guerrero was once again comfortable at Petit's desk, headset on, multitasking like a pro, keeping an eye on his watchdog program in the corner of the screen, the one that would alert him if anyone cottoned on to his signal or any other anomalies in the system he was working.