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Post by Ribitta on Jun 20, 2008 20:36:18 GMT -5
"Well, I may as well show you the video first then," Cortana said letting out a sigh. Within less than a second the video was fully uploaded into the Heads Up Display. "Just see for yourself."
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jun 20, 2008 20:56:14 GMT -5
Samus watched silently as the video depicted Kite informing Rua, of all people, about an insider who was working through the Staff like a cancer. Her face darkened in anger. Of all the people to share his fears with, he chooses the one who is just feet away from an enemy of the Staff in general. Great.
"So he found out about the mole, huh?" she said, her voice revealing her irritation. "He wasn't supposed to have been informed about the incident until he has been checked out, like the rest of the Administration."
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Post by BD on Jun 20, 2008 22:50:41 GMT -5
Kite never like the infirmary enough to sit in it forever. When the doctor finished and the virus screen came back negative, he walked out of the infirmary to his office. He had finalized his decision on how to reveal the mole. At first, he was hesitant to try it this soon; but, after seeing what that thing was capable of and watching the chief take the glaive to the chest, he knew the situation was more urgent than he assumed at first. Kite silently crept through the halls. After creeping down numerous corridors, he pulled out his access card and entered the server room. He opened the main computer terminal. He then began to hack database sensory controls so that the beta database appeared to delete itself, when in reality, it was moving itself to a server in Minervum. The deletion could only be stopped from the main terminal, which meant any good programmer would be down in a matter of minutes to fix the system; any good programmer without any reason not to, that is.
Kite could feel it, the real twist was about to begin, he snuck over to the fire alarm and pulled it, which would set off the building's rapidfire dismissal order, that ordered everyone, administration, faculty, and staff out of the building immediately, no exceptions whatsoever, even if the programmer had to leave a self-deleting database to get out of the building.
Kite then retreated to a dark corner of the room and hid in the corner. The mole would need that database no matter what; Kite was banking on it. It was the only full beta listing in circulation that could be accessible, and without it, the rat would be jobless and probably hunted down by his clients when he couldn't deliver anymore. The mole would have to venture to the server room while everyone else was outside, leaving just Kite and the mole inside, with Kite having the element of surprise.
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Post by Rising Dragon on Jun 20, 2008 23:48:37 GMT -5
Rua and Alasea were stepping out of the infirmary, their gear back in place, when the evacuation order was issued over the intercom system. Looking around for a brief moment, the couple shared and look, then began running for the exit. They felt like something was off here; their instincts were screaming at them for action.
Samus looked about wildly for a second as the issue was given. "What the?" she muttered, looking about. "Don't tell me we're under attack again! We just got done cleaning up the last incident!"
Sighing, she grabbed her helmet off of the nearby terminal and put it back over her head, letting it engage to the rest of the armor once more. She looked back at the reconstructing armor, then at the terminal. "You coming with, or staying here?" she asked of Cortana.
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 20, 2008 23:53:44 GMT -5
"I'm staying here," Cortana said distractedly, "I need to keep a watch on the Chief, he's still immobile. I'll locate the area where the fire is, if there is one."
Down by the terminal an angel walked quickly by, turning his head from side to side to make sure he was alone. As he got to the terminal, the disguise faded revealing a scrawny young adult. Pushing his glasses back up his nose, he hurriedly began to type away into the terminal.
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Post by BD on Jun 21, 2008 6:50:17 GMT -5
Kite smirked as he crept out of the corner, cutting around server stacks to get behind the scrawny angel and put a gunblade right in front of the programmer's throat, dangling it there to show the pointlessness of flinching and trying to move.
"Sorry Pal, but you wouldn't be here unless you needed that database. Looks like you slipped up real bad this time.You're under arrest on charge of grand treason."
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 21, 2008 11:50:22 GMT -5
The programmer breathed heavily, sweating from the intense pressure of the situation. The wailing fire alarm and flashing lights didn't help either. He had very little attacking power, he was there just for his brains, "W-well then. You've got me, what do you want?" He'd play for time now, but at any given moment he could simply push his throat against the blade and end the only lead. Perhaps though, he could escape with his life.
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Post by BD on Jun 21, 2008 17:07:58 GMT -5
Kite smirked and kicked the programmer in the back of the knee, pulling the sword out of the way. He then picked the programmer up by his neck and pinned him into a server rack.
"You're getting out of this alive, but the amount injuries you sustain, that you can control," Kite said with a very dark and menacing look.
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 23, 2008 10:51:33 GMT -5
The programmer watched his way out leave his throat, and with a look of distaste he repeated, "What. Do. You. Want?"
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Post by BD on Jun 27, 2008 17:21:58 GMT -5
Kite decided the Jack Bauer methodology was attractive at the moment and got right in the programmer's face, saying in a very loud and harsh tone, "Who are you working for?"
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 27, 2008 22:36:06 GMT -5
The programmer blinked and drew his head back a little bit with the sudden outburst of noise. In retort, he snarled, "Hah! You're such an admin piece of trash. Like I'd really tell you! Kill me, I dare ya!" With final words the programmer also managed to get a little saliva to his mouth and launch some spit toward Kite's face.
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Post by BD on Jun 28, 2008 10:38:46 GMT -5
Kite was laughing to himself as he spit hit the side of his face; it finally became a low chuckle.
"You have no idea what I can do to you..."
Kite pulled out what appeared to be a small syringe with a few vials of a strange looking solution. He extracted some of the fluid from the vial and made another dark chuckle.
"This is Hyoscine-Penothal. Better known as 'that drug we use on prisoners that simulates every nerve in your body is on fire' care to try again before the first dose?"
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 28, 2008 13:04:03 GMT -5
The programmer flinched slightly at the sound of the drug, but he would hold strong. "Hit me with your best shot, administrator scum," he said, stronger levels of distaste layering each new word. "I happen to have a low pain tolerance, only a bit of that may just kill me."
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Post by BD on Jun 28, 2008 20:47:39 GMT -5
"That's the fun thing, this drug plays with all your neurons in the brain, it can't kill you or cause you to faint if the message from the brain to react as such is blocked, which is what this does. You'll feel the pain, but you won't be able to react to it, just feel it," Kite said as he drew 5 milliliters of the solution into the syringe.
A lethal dose was 50 milliliters, but he highly doubted he would get past 20. He plunged the syringe into the programmer's neck, injected the fluid and pulled it out. It would take 15 seconds for the drug to take effect.
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Post by Ribitta on Jun 29, 2008 22:24:27 GMT -5
The programmer watched fearfully as the syringe was forcefully slammed into his body. The needle was uncomfortable, but there seemed to be no unremarkable pain. After about ten seconds the programmer began to laugh, "Very clever, Mr McKnights. You think you c--" The programmer stopped short, looking like he was about to vomit from something. He slowly turned his hands over as if looking for something and began to claw at the flesh like something was causing him horrible torment deep beneath his skin. There was a thud as the programmer hit the floor curled into a ball, tears streaming down his eyes. Amidst the screaming though, as the effects were beginning to wane, he stuttered, trying to add a sort of triumphant amusement into his dialect, "Haha... y-you think you can get me with just t-that?! The C-council has done far worse than you could ever do to me!" It was a dangerous bluff for his situation. It was partially true of course, they had caused him pain, but the chances were in Kite's favor that the administrator could do worse.
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