[h3] Natasha and James[/h3]
“Well that plan went swimmingly.” Natasha grumbled.

“Ever heard of subtlety?” James called from where he stood, and received rude gesture in reply.

“Make sure you keep in contact with us at all times if you can. [b]Don’t[/b] be one of those ‘Most Honourable of Soldiers’ you Humans are so obsessed with.” She threw Drake a condescending grin filled with sharp little teeth. “Plus, use Marks name if you see him. Just like I told you.”

The more magical power a person had the more they could influence a person with their Name, but as far as Natasha could tell Drake had barley any Magical power that she could recognise. Although Natasha didn’t feel that Drake needed to know that last part, after-all he had gotten out of a few tight spots all by himself without magic.

“Wait, psychic?” Natasha tried to hide her unease. “As in ‘can read minds’ psychic?” 

The ‘warm welcome’ they received only further darkened her mood and she growled, glaring to the heavens for strength.

[i]It’s either all or nothing round here I swear![/i] Natahsa took a very deep breath.

“Can’t we just hack the prats and be done with it?” Whilst she was asking the room at large Natasha did shoot a glance at James.
James returned her look with a stormy one of his own. “And risk them killing a whole load of people? No way.” He scoffed.

“So we [b]can[/b] hack them.” Her tone lifted slightly but more in disbelief than anything else. “So why aren’t we doing that now and turning their own weapons against them?”

“Anything can be hacked given enough time, which is the problem here; it would take too long!” James brought up several diagrams above the table. Some showing messages with red X’s and graphs listing multitudes of data.

“Station 13 encrypts everything, every signal they send out and our systems haven’t found a way to decrypt them yet. Even if we threw our best decryption software at it their systems could hold us off for days. Weeks even!” He ran a hand through his hair with a grimace.
“Like in The Imitation Game?” Natasha liked movies about Human war times. She rubbed her eyes. “uhg, what can we do then?”

James drew in a breath through his teeth. “As I said we can intercept their signals…we could block them I guess? With such a distance between Station 13 and Panem there’s already going to be some latency, just like on Earth or Enchanted Globe or whatever.” James frowned several times finding it very odd referring to Earth as anything else.

“If we’re lucky they’d just pass it off as interference or something? I’m not expert on space so I dunno.” James shrugged with a perplexed look about him. “But I can only really see it giving us a few minutes at the most.”

Natasha turned towards Tocsax. “A few minutes is better than nothing, and could give us some extra time to blow them apart.”

Meanwhile James was already training one of the ships many eyes towards Panem; a fairly advanced world in a technological sense despite its moral shortcomings. It had radio, television, and even its own equivalent of the Early Internet in secluded areas across the planet. In theory he only needed to find one unsecured network and he could slip right into the crowd of twisted bits and bytes flying across the continent. Additionally, there were some automated satellites sitting miles above the planet’s atmosphere, but there old and dead things from an age before Panem became the sole civilisation of the world. A little window sat above James searching over each hunting for a glimmer of life.