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Rattling the Locks [Cassandra]
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 15, 2019 20:49:58 GMT
Security test... right.
Flicking a cigarette out of his grip, and snuffing it underfoot, a rather unassuming-looking Impmon made his way through Tenebrous' market. He was composed, looking comfortable enough in this setting to not draw a single interested eye. After wearing so many faces, well, Dark knew how to blend right into a crowd. It was definitely a large factor in how he had gotten away with his trade for so long. But this job was a touch more interesting than that.
Rather than try and attack a target, all Dark apparently had to do was break in and steal a file from a server room, somewhere inside the so-called Chaos Arena. A small chat with a corner vendor pointed him in the right direction, but at a glance, it seemed relatively unapproachable. The only way in involved cutting through the outer arenas, all but empty at this time of day - and there was no way he was going to keep his cloak up for the entire stretch!
... While there wasn't a fight going on, anyway.
But at this time of day, the outside arena was noticeably crowded, the Impmon not even needing to hide himself as he would push his way through the crowd! He made his way through the tunnels underneath, a few Digimon here or there rolling dice or playing cards. Soon enough, he'd make his way towards an exit that left to the center, where he'd pull out a watch, and briefly flick it open, as if to check the time.
Except it was just a watch case, concealing a mirror. How did it look around the corner?
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Post by Cross on Feb 15, 2019 21:00:58 GMT
Around the corner was a smaller lesser used hallway all, but abandoned other then a little bit of light foot traffic. There was no visible defenses though a small camera was perched in the wall keeping watch of the far wall or rather not the wall, but the high security door affixed into it. The security panel was melded into the structure preventing it from being pulled out and fiddled with or hotwired and upon inspection should Dark approach he'd find that a scan was required to key the door open in order to even access the elevator.
Perhaps he'd been expecting more turrets or looming guards. Though he'd find the security for the area far more subtle. Namely the feeling of anyone entering that area being watched as casual eyes of passerby's from the more populated walkways glanced that way. The hustle and bustle from the market that took the place of the fights on the arena sands on the off-days creating a low pleasant buzz.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 15, 2019 21:11:25 GMT
Standard security stock, security pad for door, fixed camera position... an entirely 'human' set-up.
A normal set-up, yes, but built from a society that knew how to run an efficient, tight ship. Even attempting to break through from the front was pointless, which left the Impmon with a few other options. In particular, an underground space would require some sort of ventilation system, likely leading to the gutters around the central area, or out through the roof.
He could try and do that, but for the moment, the Impmon would just sigh, close his watch, and walk past. By contract, the defending group only knew that there was going to be an invader, not the identity - and it wasn't even clear how many of those inside would know. Instead, the Impmon positioned himself to observe a makeshift game of craps, close enough to stay in earshot of that hallway.
If that was an access point, all someone like Dark would have to do was wait for someone else to come through the front door. Maybe a supply delivery, or one of the patrol?
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Post by Cross on Feb 15, 2019 21:31:56 GMT
Dark wouldn't have to wait terribly long as another Digimon approached the hallway. Though certainly not an unfamiliar one as the digimon playing craps paused in their game to give the looming figure of the black armored Tactimon a few nods and muttered greetings. The Mega only pausing to acknowledge them politely with an incline of his head golden eyes glittering from behind his cracked and battered faceplate. Despite his size the Samurai stepped softly his boots barely making a sound on the sandy paths that made up the arena as he strode with purpose down the hall carrying a cardboard box tucked under his arm. Though one hand still remained free where it rested lightly on a large, ugly, and dangerous looking sword strapped to the Digimon's side with an even bigger and nastier blade strung across his back.
Pausing in front of the panel the Tactimon remained carefully still as a light cascaded over his figure before the quiet rumble of an elevator could be heard as the doors parted to let the Tactimon through.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 15, 2019 21:38:57 GMT
That was just what he was looking for.
Someone confident, someone familiar, and someone who didn't even think twice about entering that hall. Heck, he even drew a bit of attention around him, which gave enough time for the Impmon to use the blind spot provided for him. If any were looking in his direction - something that Dark tried to make sure was not the case - they would simply see the rookie vanish on the spot, data trace and all. And with careful practice, he would shadow right with the Tactimon's movements, pausing as the light would scan over him.
This, of course, was left somewhat up to chance - as the Tactimon would step inside, the Impmon would try to slip right in file, and preferably slip in behind the mega. He gambled on one slim possibility and one somewhat-more-likely possibility:
That the elevator didn't track total weight, and that the Tactimon didn't have any passive ability to sense hidden data signatures. Well, that, and that he'd be able to hold out his invisibility for the entire elevator ride.
Ugh... I hate doing this as a solo op... If this Tactimon wasn't in on the drill, he might be in for a world of hurt.
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Post by Cross on Feb 15, 2019 21:55:06 GMT
Dark would be able to slip in behind Cloak though only barely. The elevator doors were not designed to stay open long and the interior was small and cramped with the Mega's bulk likely forcing the Impmon to press up against the wall to avoid being clipped and giving his position away. The ride down would likewise be even less pleasant as he'd feel is stomach drop as the elevator began it's descent down, down, down deeper then likely even the assassin would have been comfortable.
The doors finally opening up to a metal hallway of the labyrinthine complex as the Tactimon stretched and then stepped out. Leaving the doors to close behind him as he turned and made his way to the left. Though while the scarred veteran had no innate ability to detect cloaked data signatures there were plenty of others prowling the halls who could. Namely a pair of tv headed Monitamons if Dark didn't take care to avoid them.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 15, 2019 22:21:30 GMT
Cramped, yes. Pressed against the wall, also yes.
Not only that, but this invisibility was not something that was easy to maintain. If he could simply keep this up indefinitely, the Impmon could do this task very easily, but the long elevator ride to what felt like the depths of hell pushed him to his limit, already seeing that familiar 'red' tinge at the edge of his vision. Tch...
After what felt like an eternity, when those doors finally open, the Impmon slipped right on out, quiet on his feet, instinctively turning right away from the Tactimon. His eyes were open, quickly seeing that the circular shape below matched the one above. Alright, fine enough: making his way further down the hall, the Impmon would turn a corner, and assess the situation.
One, check for cameras. Two, check for Digimon. Three, check for cover... shit. Those doors looked boxed off, debris and garbage practically keeping them piled on shut. Did they rip something out of the floor and just leave it there?
Plan B...
Giving a slow breath out, the Impmon finally relaxed his senses, the rookie becoming visible. He kept his signal as low as he could, and kept it natural, slowly moving up the hall, his ears trying to catch the sound of any sort of computer server. So long as he could rip that folder in half, he could at least call it a partial success.
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Post by Cross on Feb 15, 2019 23:00:13 GMT
Camera's were prevalent though not overly so. There was usually one per straight away and one at each corner. Most of the doors in this section would be locked or blocked and showing no signs of recent use given Metal Drive was still slowly clearing each room as was needed and as they went. The team having decided it was wiser to have Volt locked down all the doors they hadn't cleared in the meantime in case there was any unpleasant surprises in them. This likewise kept the base relatively neat, but also kept some of it's more mischievous denizens from getting easily lost or into trouble and kept the hallways relatively clear of debris or as clear as was possible given Breach's initial rampage.
Thankfully books, intelligent conversation, and a netflix subscription had helped somewhat with the Apocalymon's initial destructive habits. Even if he did still delight in scaring the unwary and wasn't opposed to eating intruders. Though in this section the closest thing Dark would come to finding when it came to an open room and a computer connection was one single unblocked doorway with a keycard reader though at least a few dead ends would give him enough room to tuck himself into a corner for a breather or into a blind doorway. Though if he went much further he'd find the lights would become motion activated and otherwise dousing the unused deeper sections of the base in darkness to conserve energy.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 15, 2019 23:12:32 GMT
More personal cameras. This is someone whose used to working against the law.
Still, the Impmon was allowed time to breathe, and with a combination of that pocket mirror and pattern recognition, swiftly moved from camera blind spot to camera blind spot. It didn't sound like anyone had managed to tail him yet, but at this point, he couldn't stay still.
Several doors were barred shut. And the others were either storage, living space, or required keypad access - and he knew full well that he wasn't going to find what he needed out in the open. No, he instead found himself confronted with a keypad, gritting his teeth.
Chances are, they've heightened their observation for this drill. But...
It wasn't as if he had an option to proceed. He tensed both of his hands, a dark purple aura radiating from both - one of which he aimed towards the camera.
Dark Command!
The feed itself would flicker, and the data the camera would transmit would just be a loop of the last few seconds of footage. The second hand moved towards that keypad directly - as the light would strike, the screen would flicker through several six digit alphanumeric numbers, until it would click 'green' and unlock the door.
If he gave himself away, it was with undoing the lock, and he knew it - he'd press in with a shoulder, and sprint through!
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Post by Cross on Feb 16, 2019 0:03:36 GMT
The door would give way with a click as Dark sprinted through it revealing not a computer room or technical facility. No behind that sealed door was something far more unexpected and interesting. The Impmon would find himself suddenly bathed in pale red light as he was met with the sight of rows upon rows of sealed grow beds filled with flowers of all things. Rich red petaled flowers heavy with crimson pollen that seemed to hang about them almost like a fog and upon the shelves along the walls a long list of other various samples including metallic like grass, moss, and small buds. Though the flowers were not the rooms sole occupants as Dark would quickly come to realize much to his horror even as the door closed behind him with a click...alerting the other denizen within to his presence. For there sitting near the end of the room at a small desk, her lab coat thrown over the back of their chair was a human. A female human, that is if the creature before him could truly be called human. As gently glowing crimson eyes lifted, seeming to sense Dark's presence, as she pinned him with that eerie gaze. Before blinking in surprise as she canted her head lightly to one side her eyes narrowing skeptically at him as she reached a strangely metallic hand up to carefully tuck one of those stray wild locks of blonde hair back behind her ear. Subtly showing off the rather wicked curved scalpel like claws that dotted her fingertips in the process before she smiled. The gesture all pearly white fangs and teeth rather then warmth. "You must be the security specialist."
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 16, 2019 0:17:07 GMT
The hell... a greenhouse, all the way down here?
It didn't take long for the Impmon to adjust, tying his scarf around his mouth to make a makeshift cover. He would have just turned to leave, but unfortunately someone else had to be all the way down here - and this was definitely the more frightening of the two tamers.
Dark's eyes widened slightly, clenching his teeth under his cover - but after a short glance over his shoulder, he gave a nod. "Fucking maze down here, I swear. I aware this might be a bit awkward, but," the Impmon sighed, "considering the situation, I'm more-or-less forced to take a hostage."
The Impmon pointed to the camera on the room, this whole exchange more-or-less on screen for the security detail to see. The rookie had no intent to put his hands on a human - even one not marred as such - and so he'd simply ask: "Hope you don't mind taking the role here?"
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Post by Cross on Feb 16, 2019 0:30:14 GMT
The Tamer chuckled soft and low with discordant amusement the noise hair raising to say the least as the Woman rose to her feet. "I suppose I can be bothered to play along." She hummed with a pointed smile those hypnotic gleaming eyes sparking with a dark sort of mirth even as she inclined her head towards the Impmon.
"Though you should know the file you're looking for isn't accessible for just any computer in our system, but located on my partners personal array. Which he keeps carefully separate. You'll need to locate and reach his office to find it there." The Doctor pointed out as she reached down to grasp her lab coat gently tugging it on to hide those strange bio-metal arms from sight as she pulled a pair of gloves from her pocket. Easily slotting them onto her hands with just the tips of her claws poking out.
"I suppose as your hostage you'll want me to lead you there Mister...?"
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 16, 2019 0:43:33 GMT
"More efficient than any sort of firewall, then..."
But there was a good ol' saying in tech security: no matter how good it was, a big enough hammer or a large enough pile of money would turn any lock. So it made sense that such an important file - even as a dummy - wouldn't be so easy to get at. As the doctor covered up her arms and asked that last question, the Impmon gave a nod.
"Naturally." An 'act' as it was, he didn't hesitate to step forward, and press the tip of his claw against her back. "I wouldn't hesitate if you reached for your Digivice or your cards, so just consider those out of the picture." Unless Dagger suddenly sprang out of that device, he figured he had control enough here!
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Post by Cross on Feb 16, 2019 1:04:15 GMT
If the Doctor was alarmed she certainly didn't show it though his pointed avoidance of introducing himself did have the woman quirking a brow at him. Not, of course, that she needed him to tell her who he was. Though the reason for her lack of alarm would quickly become obvious as the Impmon resting his claws against her back. Beyond the oil slick feel of not one, but two shields...it became clear that the bio-metal that made up the womans left arm and most of her right was not strictly contained there alone.
As the Assassin would be able to feel quite clearly through the pressed of the Doctors shirt and thin lab coat a spiked, metallic ridge, that seemed to run the length of the woman's spine. A souvenir no doubt from the Eastern Timberlands.
"Very well then. Right this way." Cassandra spoke after a moment of seeming to be internally warring with herself before she sighed in resignation and made her way towards the door. It would have been far more fun to play with the Impmon a while, but she didn't want to risk damaging her samples and while she'd love to get some aggression out doing so against a newcomer who didn't know she was playing was perhaps a poor idea.
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Post by D-Reaper Scout on Feb 16, 2019 1:15:31 GMT
Too risky - there were a few ghost type Digimon who could perform techniques by merely knowing the target's name, so he kept it quiet by habit. Cassandra's lack of fear could easily be written off by her knowing that it was a drill, so the Impmon did not perceive any sort of false confidence.
No, this was merely the next point of the drill. How would they deal with an impromptu hostage situation? The Impmon followed along, keeping that claw pressed right through what felt like three sweatshirts.
Seriously, was this much shielding needed for the greenhouse? Actually, forget that - how had he not run into more resistance yet?
She knew the drill was today. Certainly she could have kept a rookie on her or something?
... Was this a trap?
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