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Post by Isaac on Jul 31, 2015 14:35:18 GMT -5
Blood, mud, piss, puke—four things Isaac had hoped he'd never have to smell again.
The simulated sun was bright and brutal today. At times, Isaac wondered if the government made the sun extra hot in the Slums just to make life even harder. The mud at least dried up anywhere that wasn't in the shade of an overpass, but everything else smelled far, far worse in the heat. How Dante could be so chipper walking through it all, even Isaac didn't understand.
Finding a smile in the Slums was about as rare as a speck of dirt in the Upper class. Dante stuck out from the crowd of mopey faces, but he couldn't seem to wipe the smile off his face. In a way, though, it was contagious. As the brothers walked by, they saw people sitting down in the shade, their bodies covered in mud, sores, bruises, and sweat. They were all skinny, malnourished to the point where Isaac could see the grooves of their ribcages. But despite their conditions, when they saw Dante and Isaac walk by holding huge boxes—whose contents jangled with each step—they perked up their heads and smiled. They knew what was inside the boxes, and many of them dragged themselves to their feet, following after the brothers.
"It's worth it, isn't it?" asked Dante, looking over his shoulder to Isaac.
"Hmm? What is?"
"Their faces. They look as happy as we did. It's worth all of the work we did this morning, isn't it?"
Isaac gave his brother a snort and a grin, saying, "Yeah, it does. No wonder you like it so much." The very moment Dante looked forward, though, Isaac's face turned hard. He glared at the decrepit old buildings, the dirt and the grime, the homeless and the forgotten. Somehow, the soup kitchen in the Slums had always had food and blankets for these people long before Dante had started volunteering, but to Isaac it felt like Dante was the only person who cared about these people. A couple of boys shouldn't be going door to door getting the Lower and Middle classes to donate spare cans of food. The government should be caring for the Slums. Hell, a single Upper class neighborhood could take their damned table scraps and feed a hundred people.
Dante and Isaac soon reached the soup kitchen. Their parade of hungry families was close behind, but it seemed they would need to wait their turn. Out in front of the soup kitchen was a massive line of equally famished, bony people. Isaac grimaced at the sight, and he asked, "Dante, does anyone else bring food to this place?"
"Y-yeah," he said. Isaac couldn't see, but it sounded like Dante had realized the line was too big, the food too little. "Lots of people. I know Officer Damon brings a little every other week. And a few other guys from the force, too."
Isaac held his tongue. He wanted so badly to say that the police and the government should bring a hell of a lot more than "a little." In fact, Isaac thought more about Dante's mentor—Officer Damon—that fat man who hadn't been promoted in over twenty years. Did he "protect and serve" anyone other than himself and his kitchen cabinet? Did anyone on the force?
As the brothers walked in through the back door of the kitchen, an idea hit Isaac. He set his box of soup down on the counter and stared off into space for a moment.
"Hey, Dante," he said, straightening up and moving toward the door. "Can you handle this on your own? I just remembered that I need to pick up some equipment for the circus."
"Hmm?" Dante looked over to his brother as he put on a hair net. "Uh, yeah. Sure thing. Oh! Wait. What do you want for dinner?"
Isaac stood by the open door, silent for a moment. Then, with a smile, he said, "Don't worry about that. I'll bring something home." He then stepped back out, his face turning hard once again, his hand drawing up his blue bandana.
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 2, 2015 8:04:23 GMT -5
Today had ended up being a bit of a busy day for Crowlin, though it certainly wasn't because of his job. In fact, he'd already finished getting his work done there and had taken a half-day, deciding to have a little fun with his afternoon and eventually the coming night. There wasn't enough time to plan anything major or violent considering it was the middle of the week, but that didn't mean that there wasn't a little...gesture that he could give to the government, donning Robin Hood's green hat for a little while.
Crowlin smiled as he sat on the edge of the roof near one of the borders between the middle and upper class sections of the city, fortunately shaded from the sun by a utilities box, with a pair of binoculars sitting to his left, a small computer sitting in his lap, and a short but rather powerful looking antennae attached to the side of the building with a cable leading back to the latop. Crowlin was currently parked about a block away from the inspection and supply distrobution center for the government police force, the hacker lifting up his binoculars and looking at the trucks that were making their way in and out of the gated and fenced in complex. The plan might not put much of a dent in the issues of corruption and violence that the police used, but it would certainly be a 'fuck you' to them while helping a bunch of other people out who could certainly use it.
For the time being Crowlin had worn his half-balaclava, keeping the bottom 2/3 of his face hidden in case he was spotted for whatever reason as he typed away on his computer. The first step had been discerning the wireless network of the distrobution center over the seemingly endless others that he currently picked up on his antennea. Fortunately a quick search narrowed that down as the police were kind enough to give it an SSID. The next step of course was breaking his way into the network without them finding out, and fotunately this was a lot easier than trying to make his way into the Secret Police headquarters. Crowlin decided that he had the time to take the safer and more passive route, starting a sniffer program as well as running a brute force password cracker, wondering which one would succeed first. He would have laughed if the brute force found it first however, and despite rooting for it a little the sniffer had snagged a few data packets out of the signal to get the network password.
He connected and immediately started getting to work on setting up plans for tonight, the first step being to go into the local system settings and, after another round of password cracking and starting up his rootkit software, create a second administrator account which he promptly named 'Omen'. With the new permissions, he created a firewall and anti-virus exception for his wireless access and installed a carrier malware onto the system to facilitate and govern what he'd be sending there next. Crowlin soon began running an automated program he wrote, tracing his own wireless signal from within the hacked system and rewriting the stored data to make it look like a wired connection that was coming from the Secret Police headquarters. It was completely superficial of course, but it would at least give someone pause who didn't know any better and it wouldn't matter what it said once he was disconnected and gone. The program's next step was to install a backdoor into the system that he could use to access it again that night. All the while, Crowlin started running through the directories looking for the schedules and itineraries for tonight. At the very least all of this was good practice for future endeavors.
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Post by Isaac on Aug 4, 2015 11:58:16 GMT -5
There were plenty of ways to get inside a building. Often times, people divided them up into two categories: the smart ways; and the stupid ways. The great thing, though, was that there was never just one of each. Some ways were smarter than others, but for proper thieves, picking an approach could be difficult—so many choices, not enough decisions. So Isaac—now on his very first personal job—flipped a coin.
Tails—looked like he was going in from below.
Isaac waited in an alley in the Upper Class district, about two blocks beyond the checkpoint to the Middle Class. He sat beside a dumpster, his bandana drawn up over his mouth and nose, his hood raised over his head. A white dot moved across his visor, and beside the dot was a number that ticked down, first rapidly, then slowly. The light must have turned red. Good.
Slowly, calmly, Isaac stood up, and he watched as the number slowed down further and further until the white dot came to a halt on his right.
Out in the street, a food delivery truck stopped at the light. Isaac had marked the truck with his visor back in the Middle Class, and he’d slipped past the checkpoint and into the alley, where he’d waited for the truck to pass inspection. Now that it was so close, Isaac crept to the end of the alley and peered out to see if anyone was around. This side of the street was empty, and there weren’t any other cars that would see him. He already knew the truck didn’t have a passenger, so Isaac only had to deal with the driver.
Once the light turned green, and Isaac was sure the driver’s eyes would be on the road and not on his side mirror, Isaac bolted for the truck. He charged forward, then leaned back and slid across the pavement, whereupon he reached up, grabbed the underside of the truck, and held on tight as it pulled through the intersection. After his last robbery in the Upper Class, Isaac knew his hacking skills needed work. So for now, he’d keep his hacking to a minimum here, and he’d get in the old-fashioned way.
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 6, 2015 19:52:58 GMT -5
Crowlin had made his way through the files as thoroughly as he could and finally he came across the shipping schedules that he was looking for. He quickly pulled them from the system, copying the text of the files and pasting them to a new document on his computer rather than leaving the trace of a download request for the file on the system's activity logs. He went through the schedule and found the truck that he was looking for, one that would be departing later a few hours later after evening fell and most of the distrobution center's staff had gone home in favor of the sparser night shift.
The truck he was targeting however was actually supposed to arrive within the next few minutes and Crowlin picked up his binoculars. With interested eyes, he looked across the street at the center's inspection checkpoint where the truck currently sat waiting for clearance to enter and go park at one of the bays where it would no doubt be loaded with more food bound for the cafeteria of the secret police headquarters. As the truck set off again however, Crow's eyebrow perked with curiosity, watching as an unknown figure slipped underneath and held onto the chassis, slipping into the distrobution center.
"Well hasn't this gotten more interesting."
A smirk tugged at his lips as he set his binoculars down again, getting to work a little faster on his laptop and setting up the necessary plans he had originally put in place. The plan might have been a little different depending on what this new person did, but the options that Crowlin wanted to have available were still valid. Lifting up his binoculars again, he noticed that the truck he was planning on taking wasn't the one that the newcomer had hitched a ride on....wrong docking bay. The next one to pass the checkpoint however was, making its way into the center and parking in bay 12 where it would be loaded with food over the next 30 minutes or so, then apparently cleared for departure a couple of hours later.
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Post by Isaac on Aug 7, 2015 9:13:31 GMT -5
To help him stay under the truck, Isaac waited for the next red light, took off his bandana, and tied one wrist to a bar of the chassis. But really, he didn’t get too tired by the time the truck reached its destination. When he could no longer see the sun, and when he heard the steel shutter door close, Isaac checked his NUIP filter. In the bottom corner of his visor, all he could see was a number one. Just the driver? Who the hell’s going to load this thing?
The driver door opened, then shut, but Isaac didn’t see a pair of feet pass by. He waited for a moment, wondering where the driver had gone, until suddenly his NUIP filter ticked down to zero. Isaac quirked his brow. It seemed people didn’t load these trucks up the moment they arrived. How was he supposed to know? The Lower Class was still new to Isaac, let alone the Middle and Upper classes. Figures, Isaac thought. Lazy bastard probably needs a two hour break from driving ten blocks.
Once he was sure the driver wasn’t coming directly back, Isaac dropped down onto the floor, put his bandana back on, and rolled out from under the truck. There were still no implants nearby, and so Isaac calmly rose to his feet and inspected the loading dock... wait. The moment Isaac glanced around, he could tell he wasn’t where he’d hoped. The truck was parked alongside a bunch of others, all tight together, and they hadn’t even backed in. He didn’t know this sort of thing too well, but he was pretty sure trucks backed up into a loading dock. No, this wasn’t the right place. He was in a garage, and this truck was done for the day. Oh… that makes more sense.
Well, no point in hanging around here. Isaac rolled his shoulders and stretched his fingers as he moved through the garage, keeping an eye on his NUIP filter to make sure no one snuck up on him. He passed through a door and headed down a hallway, searching for the food storage, or for the real loading dock.
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 11, 2015 4:53:07 GMT -5
The time was drawing near to execute his little plan, interesting in seeing whether or not the current intruder would play a role at all in what was to come. Either way, Crowlin had finished preparing all that he neeeded, and probably more, in order to make a clean escape with one of the trucks. The only hiccup that Crowlin had was that operating the double clutch gearbox of a cargo truck was not something that he was particularly...skilled with. He could make it work, but it wouldn't be pretty that's for sure.
In the time that it took to get everything set up and ready, the scheduled truck had made its way into the proper loading bay and the night-shift was running back and forth inside of the distrobution center on pallet loaders, filling the truck up with the food that would eventually find its way to the police headquarters. Or well...it was supposed to. It was almost ready to go, and Crowlin smiled as he disconnected his laptop from the network, and packed it and the antennae up, now relying on his PDA which remained connected. The hacker then put on a pair of black gloves and his half-balaclava, made sure everything was secure, then dropped down from the roof. With a few landing points on the fire escape on the building he'd been sitting on and the stone window sills on the one opposite the alley, Crow arrived at the pavement and started making his way around towards the back of the distrobution center where there were no cameras pointed.
The 12 foot fence topped with razorwire felt a bit much for a place like this, but it wasn't too much of an obstacle for Crow as long as he was careful with the approach and aimed his jump correctly. With plenty of room for a running start, Crowlin took a deep breath before taking off. He got to speed and made his jump, grabbing the top of the fence with one hand between the coils of razorwire and letting his momentum carry his lower half up and over the fence, letting go and flipping back to land feet first inside the perimeter. He wasted no time however making his way over to the truck that was now ready to go, the light next to the loading bay turning green. Crowlin would rather not have to deal with confrontation, so hopefully the driver wasn't even at the truck yet and he could make a quick jump into the cab and a clean escape to a cornered alley near the border with the lower class sector.
As he neared the truck, Crowlin took out his PDA and tapped the screen on one of the presets that he'd loaded up, the electronic device sending the signal into the network and freezing the camera feed that covered the trucks and the center bays. As the hacker arrived at the truck however, he found that the door was locked....of course. He let out a sigh with the realization that he'd have to wait till the driver arrived to unlock it before he knocked him out and took the truck.
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Post by Isaac on Aug 11, 2015 8:51:12 GMT -5
It looked as if Isaac had gotten here at dinner time. He honestly had lost track of the day, but it was actually pretty late. That would explain why so many lights were off in the rooms along the hall, and why he still had yet to pick up a single NUIP. I doubt the soup kitchen will be open by the time I get this stuff, but if everyone's out for the day then it'll make this easier. There were probably still night-shift workers and night drivers who resupplied groceries for the following days, but otherwise the place was abandoned.
After ten minutes, Isaac managed to reach the door to the loading dock—a surprisingly easy task due to the signs littered all around the building. Right as he neared the door, his NUIP counter shot up. Six NUIPs all at once. Isaac considered turning on his infrared filter, but there wasn't much need for that. There was a tiny window at the top of the door he could peer through, and one quick glance told him what he needed to know. The six NUIPs were dock workers, all loading up a truck with big boxes of food. Six people were too many to deal with in a loading dock. It would be better to wait until they were all gone. Besides, Isaac counted six workers, so unless one of them was the driver as well, then the truck wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
Isaac watched the workers through the window carefully, and when he was sure none of them would see him, he opened the door, slipped out onto the dock, and hid behind a pile of empty cardboard boxes. The workers didn't go anywhere near him or his pile. They just kept working for a few more minutes before they finished. They closed the truck's shutter door and headed inside to take their break, leaving Isaac alone on the—wait.
Six people just left, but the counter ticked up to seven. Not long after, when the dock workers went further and further into the building, the counter shot down to one. Someone else had arrived.
Isaac peered through a gap in the boxes and saw a man leap down from a tall, barbed wire fence. The man landed flawlessly, and his white-tipped tail swished back and forth behind him, aiding his balance. Huh. Guess I don't have to worry about my day job being suspicious. Seems this city's full of acrobats. And from the look of it, this acrobat was up to no good, just like him.
He watched the black and white-haired cat man approach the loaded truck. The man stopped at the driver door, looking a little disappointed. A smile tugged at Isaac's bandana. The last time Isaac had dealt with another thief, he had been suspicious and cruel. Honestly, he had regretted his actions that night in many ways. Had he not been there for Madam Roux, he would have let the other thief take anything he wanted and let him be.
Thankfully, today, he wasn't here for Madam Roux. Isaac rose up from his hiding spot and approached the cat man from the side. Trying not to startle the man, he raised his hands to show his empty palms and asked, "Need any help?"
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 13, 2015 10:23:37 GMT -5
As Crowlin heard footsteps coming towards him, his foot opposite Issac turned in towards him and ready to push off so the hacker could make the initial strike if necessary. As his head turned ever so slightly and his eyes followed to see who it was that was approaching him, Crow felt a bit of relief wash over him which he hoped wasn’t misplaced. It seemed as though the other intruder he’d spotted earlier wanted to investigate a little into what he was up to with the truck.
Crowlin now turned his head to look to Isaac fully, his golden eyes peering at him from above the black half-mask as he let go of the truck’s door handle with a light sigh.
“Glad it’s you and not the driver. I don’t suppose you know how to pick a lock.”
The leo raised an eyebrow in amused curiosity as to this person’s answer, having chosen his words carefully to both ask his question and tease Isaac with a comment which he could make some implications and assumptions on. In any case, Crowlin knew he was dealing with someone who generally knew what he was doing when it came to sneaking around and having a little illegal fun. His appearance at least was a good hint to that. The next question was just how much was in Blue’s skillset. After all, the sooner Crowlin could get the truck and get out the better, and if that meant getting some help with that, then so be it.
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Post by Isaac on Aug 13, 2015 14:12:21 GMT -5
Already this guy seemed better than the last thief Isaac had run into. In the back of his head, he wondered if perhaps that thief would have been this civil had Isaac not yelled at him…
Nah, he'd still have been a prick.
Isaac looked at this man's golden cat eyes for just a second, trying to guess how many gene mods he had. On the outside, Isaac could only see two: the eyes and the tail. There were probably more, though, and Isaac had a feeling he would probably find some sharp teeth under that half-mask.
At the cat man's question, Isaac answered, "I do. Whether or not I actually pick it depends on you, though." Isaac was trying to be a little more honorable this time, but he wasn't going to be stupid. Either one of them could screw the other one over if they wanted to, and hopefully the cat man understood that. They could work together so long as they remained civil. "What do you plan on doing when I let you inside? I've got my own plans for this truck, but maybe we can work out a deal." It was better to hear the cat man's answer first than to simply tell him what he wanted. If Isaac said what he wanted first, the man could easily lie and agree to go along with the plan, then screw Isaac over later. Hearing the man talk longer—explain his own motives—would give Isaac more time to tell if he was telling the truth. If their motives lined up, working together would be a lot easier.
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Post by CrowlinGallanus on Aug 17, 2015 6:00:00 GMT -5
Crowlin raised an eyebrow slightly at the thief’s implied ultimatum, before rolling his eyes slightly as he expanded on what Crowlin needed to answer if he were to get into the truck the easy way. The hacker wasn’t particularly keen on wasting time with a Q&A session, as every second that ticked by was another second that the truck driver could walk out of the building or round the corner to see two unknown men standing next to his truck.
Fortunately Crowlin’s purposes for why he wanted the truck were hardly anything to keep top secret, after all the activities that he’d been up to for the past several hours amounted to little more than sport to him. Some practice for his digital infiltration skills, a little light exercise, and a chance to piss off the secret police if only a little had been all of the motivation that Crow needed to be here and do what he was now.
That didn’t mean that Crowlin wasn’t curious about the newcomer’s interests in the truck, though he couldn’t be sure that it was this particular one he was after…until he mentioned that he had his own plans for it.
*Damn. I’m already getting way more than my money’s worth out of tonight~*
Now Crowlin was interested in digging around a little for that info, and gave the blue-haired thief a casual shrug of indifference.
“I honestly couldn’t care less what happens to the truck or the food inside. I will probably going to wholesale the product and let the people distribute it where they want. All I care about is having some fun at the police’s expense. They can suffer a couple days with the same tolerated diet we enjoy. You seem to place a bit of importance on it though. Maybe you know something about what’s inside that both the warehouse and I don’t?”
His eyes thinned slightly as his cheekbones rose enough to indicate a little smile from under his mask.
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