C[re]ate Champion
"Hacker" vs Hacker ◄ Isaac & Hexie ►
Jul 29, 2015 20:01:56 GMT -5
Post by Isaac on Jul 29, 2015 20:01:56 GMT -5
A fierce slap rang through the warehouse, accompanied by a hard grunt. Trickles of blood ran down Isaac’s face, and his cheek stung, bright red with a long cut from Madam Roux’s sharp fingernail. The guards stood by with their arms folded across their suit jackets, watching the show with stoic faces. The children standing along the steel tables flinched, but they kept working, not stopping for even a second as they packed up drugs of all sorts into tiny, wrapped packets for smuggling.
“I’ll ask again,” said Madam Roux, her voice still as sugary sweet as always, not showing a hint of anger. “Where is my poison?”
Isaac stood up straight, a hand to his injured cheek. “There were complica—Nrgh!” A slap across his other cheek silenced him and left him with another bloody scratch.
“One more time,” she said. “Or the next one’s going in your eye. Where is my poison? Be honest with me now, Isaac.” For a moment, Isaac simply looked at the floor, still holding his one cheek. “Nothing to say? Isaac, I thought by now you’d know how much I hate wasted investments. And I have spent a lot of time and money on you. Do you need a little motivation? Hmm? I consider myself an excellent motivator. Perhaps we could start a whipping boy approach: Every time you fail, I take one of your little brother’s fingers. I could make a necklace out of it for you. Would you like that, Isaac? Oh! Or how about I make you a coat out of his—”
“Cybertek Security!” shouted Isaac, his body burning with anger, his teeth gnarled.
“Excuse me?” asked Madam Roux, curious.
“I’ll get you something better than Sionis’ poison: A Cybertek Security drone.” Isaac’s breathing turned heavy as he started to calm down, doing his best to push Madam Roux’s threats out of his head. “You’ll have it by tomorrow morning.”
At first, no one spoke. Madam Roux just stood there, a hand to her lips. Then, she chuckled, then laughed. “You couldn’t steal a single vial from a Middle Class lab, and you think you can take a drone from one of the biggest robotics manufacturers in the Upper Class?”
“I can.” Isaac gave Madam Roux a hard stare, one that would normally get him punched by a guard, but Madam Roux simply smiled back at him.
“Very well, then. Go get me my drone, or I’ll have one of my men bring little Dante by the office tomorrow.”
Isaac traced his fingers down his right cheek, feeling the dead skin around the scratch. He shook his head and focused, pulling up his bandana before typing on his handheld. A few drops of rain splattered across the screen, the weather steadily picking up. Isaac had to hurry, lest he leave a wet trail all over Cybertek.
From across the street, on a nearby roof, Isaac watched a camera roll left and right inside the opposite building. He could see its line of sight as a broad beam of red sweeping across his visor's screen. Holding up his handheld, he fired one of his three hacking darts at a window about four meters away. The LED dart clung to the window's digital lock, glowing a very faint blue. From there, Isaac sprinted across the rooftop, his handheld still held firmly in his palm. He charged to the end of the roof and leaped over the alley. In the middle of his jump, he hacked the window lock, making it swing open to let him pass right through. Isaac flew inside Cybertek, tucked his body into a ball, and rolled forward before closing the window with another push of a button. He didn’t want a bunch of rain water to show up on the security feed once it swept back around.
With the towel he had brought along, Isaac mopped up his shoes, his jacket, and his hood before wiping the floor, all before the camera turned to see him. By the time the camera's sight fell where he had landed, Isaac was already underneath a conveyer belt in Cybertek’s factory. He had been pretty confident that getting into the factory would be the easy part. But he had no idea just how hard it would be to get out.
“I’ll ask again,” said Madam Roux, her voice still as sugary sweet as always, not showing a hint of anger. “Where is my poison?”
Isaac stood up straight, a hand to his injured cheek. “There were complica—Nrgh!” A slap across his other cheek silenced him and left him with another bloody scratch.
“One more time,” she said. “Or the next one’s going in your eye. Where is my poison? Be honest with me now, Isaac.” For a moment, Isaac simply looked at the floor, still holding his one cheek. “Nothing to say? Isaac, I thought by now you’d know how much I hate wasted investments. And I have spent a lot of time and money on you. Do you need a little motivation? Hmm? I consider myself an excellent motivator. Perhaps we could start a whipping boy approach: Every time you fail, I take one of your little brother’s fingers. I could make a necklace out of it for you. Would you like that, Isaac? Oh! Or how about I make you a coat out of his—”
“Cybertek Security!” shouted Isaac, his body burning with anger, his teeth gnarled.
“Excuse me?” asked Madam Roux, curious.
“I’ll get you something better than Sionis’ poison: A Cybertek Security drone.” Isaac’s breathing turned heavy as he started to calm down, doing his best to push Madam Roux’s threats out of his head. “You’ll have it by tomorrow morning.”
At first, no one spoke. Madam Roux just stood there, a hand to her lips. Then, she chuckled, then laughed. “You couldn’t steal a single vial from a Middle Class lab, and you think you can take a drone from one of the biggest robotics manufacturers in the Upper Class?”
“I can.” Isaac gave Madam Roux a hard stare, one that would normally get him punched by a guard, but Madam Roux simply smiled back at him.
“Very well, then. Go get me my drone, or I’ll have one of my men bring little Dante by the office tomorrow.”
Isaac traced his fingers down his right cheek, feeling the dead skin around the scratch. He shook his head and focused, pulling up his bandana before typing on his handheld. A few drops of rain splattered across the screen, the weather steadily picking up. Isaac had to hurry, lest he leave a wet trail all over Cybertek.
From across the street, on a nearby roof, Isaac watched a camera roll left and right inside the opposite building. He could see its line of sight as a broad beam of red sweeping across his visor's screen. Holding up his handheld, he fired one of his three hacking darts at a window about four meters away. The LED dart clung to the window's digital lock, glowing a very faint blue. From there, Isaac sprinted across the rooftop, his handheld still held firmly in his palm. He charged to the end of the roof and leaped over the alley. In the middle of his jump, he hacked the window lock, making it swing open to let him pass right through. Isaac flew inside Cybertek, tucked his body into a ball, and rolled forward before closing the window with another push of a button. He didn’t want a bunch of rain water to show up on the security feed once it swept back around.
With the towel he had brought along, Isaac mopped up his shoes, his jacket, and his hood before wiping the floor, all before the camera turned to see him. By the time the camera's sight fell where he had landed, Isaac was already underneath a conveyer belt in Cybertek’s factory. He had been pretty confident that getting into the factory would be the easy part. But he had no idea just how hard it would be to get out.
