Post by Megan Hopkins on Feb 10, 2017 16:03:38 GMT
Walking through the lobby of what looked like the most ordinary hotel in the world, Megan’s eyes darted around at all the people hanging around the place. Making her feel like every eye in the building was trained on her, and was wondering who the hell she was and what she was doing in their sanctum.
Whilst to the untrained eyes, this was an ordinary hotel, with anyone able to get a room at any time because it was made to look like a craphole. The actual elevator didn’t just go up, it went down, way down, all the way to a secret level that housed a SHIELD local database that had information ripe for the taking.
Putting on an air of confidence, she just acted like she was supposed to be there, and moved into the elevator, pulling a plastic card out of her pocket… ’Are you even sure this is going to work?’ Megan queried softly into a small microphone, waving the spoofed id in front of the scanner.
A soft ‘plink’ came from her device, a single line telling You chose to trust us… the person on the other side of the line replying to her. And in a way the person on the other side was right, after all, she had gotten the bright idea of infiltrating a small SHIELD office ‘hidden’ in central Manhattan. And don’t forget our agreement… the device plinked a second time, reminding her about the fact that whatever info she could attain, she’d share with the hackers she had enlisted to help her get in.
The keyboard warriors had been all too eager to find a trustworthy operator that was prepared to go into the field risking her own limb for only a margin of their effort. The only thing they had done was provide her with fake credentials that would hold up long enough to pilfer a few datasources, and get out before anyone was any wiser about the infiltration. In return she’d deliver them all the dirt on SHIELD they could use in their war against them, all that wasn’t about her sister.
The first time she swiped, it had felt like an eternity before the scanner had actually returned with an angry bleep and a bright red light telling her that the id wasn’t good. Biting her cheek, and feeling her heart in her throat, she tried a few more times. And only on the final attempt it actually went through, after an age of processing and double-checking her id.
Blowing out a sigh of relief, she quickly refocused herself as the elevator doors opened and welcomed her with a bland and clinical hallway that had as many cameras as it had big gaudy SHIELD logos, so the employees knew who their overlords were. But to her surprise, little in the way of actual traffic, which overloaded her ‘freaky’ senses.
Third on the left, first right, don’t loiter. the device plinked with near telepathic knowledge of her progress. And without questioning it, she followed the route eventually opening a door straight into a near endless room with servers on every side, and a few terminals providing a way to look in said servers. You’re now agent A. Navarre, passkey is Imperium. Clock is ticking. the person spoke again immediately when she walked in.
Looking around, her eyes squinted at the double glass walls that adjoined other likewise rooms with more servers, she figured. Or perhaps this was all a trap, and she just fell headfirst into it look a buffoon.
Her mind was focused on one thing though, and that was getting any and all information. And without thinking twice, she found a somewhat hidden terminal and logged in as this fake agent, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before something, or someone would notice the ruse.
Lines after lines, dossiers after dossiers. Many of the files about herself were all about intelligence, knowing exactly where she had been in the past decade, knowing exactly what she was capable of. Even files about her parents, before SHIELD had them killed. But it didn’t matter what phrases she used, there was nothing on her sister, not even a reference, as if she had never existed, as if SHIELD wanted her to not exist. It made a chill shoot up her spine, thinking about the implications.
Eventually she gave up, instead opting to grab whatever high level intel she could think of. She was already committing a form of high treason, so the theft of intel was the least of her concerns. And with the data transferring, it gave her time to think about her next moves…
TAG: Clint Barton // NOTES: I hope this works shrug // WORDS: 800 words
Whilst to the untrained eyes, this was an ordinary hotel, with anyone able to get a room at any time because it was made to look like a craphole. The actual elevator didn’t just go up, it went down, way down, all the way to a secret level that housed a SHIELD local database that had information ripe for the taking.
Putting on an air of confidence, she just acted like she was supposed to be there, and moved into the elevator, pulling a plastic card out of her pocket… ’Are you even sure this is going to work?’ Megan queried softly into a small microphone, waving the spoofed id in front of the scanner.
A soft ‘plink’ came from her device, a single line telling You chose to trust us… the person on the other side of the line replying to her. And in a way the person on the other side was right, after all, she had gotten the bright idea of infiltrating a small SHIELD office ‘hidden’ in central Manhattan. And don’t forget our agreement… the device plinked a second time, reminding her about the fact that whatever info she could attain, she’d share with the hackers she had enlisted to help her get in.
The keyboard warriors had been all too eager to find a trustworthy operator that was prepared to go into the field risking her own limb for only a margin of their effort. The only thing they had done was provide her with fake credentials that would hold up long enough to pilfer a few datasources, and get out before anyone was any wiser about the infiltration. In return she’d deliver them all the dirt on SHIELD they could use in their war against them, all that wasn’t about her sister.
The first time she swiped, it had felt like an eternity before the scanner had actually returned with an angry bleep and a bright red light telling her that the id wasn’t good. Biting her cheek, and feeling her heart in her throat, she tried a few more times. And only on the final attempt it actually went through, after an age of processing and double-checking her id.
Blowing out a sigh of relief, she quickly refocused herself as the elevator doors opened and welcomed her with a bland and clinical hallway that had as many cameras as it had big gaudy SHIELD logos, so the employees knew who their overlords were. But to her surprise, little in the way of actual traffic, which overloaded her ‘freaky’ senses.
Third on the left, first right, don’t loiter. the device plinked with near telepathic knowledge of her progress. And without questioning it, she followed the route eventually opening a door straight into a near endless room with servers on every side, and a few terminals providing a way to look in said servers. You’re now agent A. Navarre, passkey is Imperium. Clock is ticking. the person spoke again immediately when she walked in.
Looking around, her eyes squinted at the double glass walls that adjoined other likewise rooms with more servers, she figured. Or perhaps this was all a trap, and she just fell headfirst into it look a buffoon.
Her mind was focused on one thing though, and that was getting any and all information. And without thinking twice, she found a somewhat hidden terminal and logged in as this fake agent, knowing full well that it was only a matter of time before something, or someone would notice the ruse.
Lines after lines, dossiers after dossiers. Many of the files about herself were all about intelligence, knowing exactly where she had been in the past decade, knowing exactly what she was capable of. Even files about her parents, before SHIELD had them killed. But it didn’t matter what phrases she used, there was nothing on her sister, not even a reference, as if she had never existed, as if SHIELD wanted her to not exist. It made a chill shoot up her spine, thinking about the implications.
Eventually she gave up, instead opting to grab whatever high level intel she could think of. She was already committing a form of high treason, so the theft of intel was the least of her concerns. And with the data transferring, it gave her time to think about her next moves…
TAG: Clint Barton // NOTES: I hope this works shrug // WORDS: 800 words
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