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The night was dark and wet, just the way Susie liked it. The darkness meant prying eyes couldn't see her, while the wetness meant there were far few idle eyes wandering the streets who might take note of the ragged street urchin making her way down the alley beside one of the district's larger data repositories. Not that there was anything they'd have to notice about the short girl tucked up in her warmest clothes, which still let in enough of the night's chill to have her shivering in her pale skin.

Stepping up to the ID reader Susie quickly glanced back down the alleyway, making sure the coast was clear before sending the signal down to her hand and watching as her finger curled back on itself to reveal the not entirely legal dataspike concealed within. Searching for a second the street girl found the data port on the side of the reader, designed to be used when uploading new firmware but with enough versatility to give her a little more than that.

Finding what she was looking for Susie swore under her breath. Non-standard fitting, what the hell? It was almost as if they didn't want people breaking into their data vaults or something. With a heavy sigh Susie quickly twisted her finger, reconfiguring her probe as she eyeballed the port. After a few long seconds she stuck what she thought would be a close enough approximation of the correct plug into the data socket and ducked under her coat.

Under the heavy fabric she glanced over the data displayed on arm, prodding the readouts as she rearranged the data flows and dropped some of her favourite bugs into the network. With a pleasant, welcome beep the door unlocked and slid aside. [color=a2d39c]"Pleasure doing business with ya',"[/color] the scruffy girl said, throwing a mock salute at the reader before stepping inside the building.

She didn't have long to play around, according to her sources there were three guards working the building tonight. Usually it would be four, but [i]someone[/i] had slipped one of the regulars a nasty little pill in his evening meal. Nothing fatal, but enough to give stomach cramps which would keep them off their feet for the night. Corporate cutbacks covered the rest, with the expense of hiring a substitute guard outweighing the risk o0f a potential breach due to the reduced security. Sometimes Susie loved the Corps, not often but sometimes.

Making her way through the building, following the map displayed on her arm, Susie watched carefully as the security cameras and surveillance gear along her path winked out one by one, giving her just long enough to dash past before blinking back on behind her. Hopefully whoever was in the security office wouldn't even notice the brief flickers in their coverage, and even if they did only the most hard-line guard would chalk the blips upto anything other than faulty equipment. Even though this was one of the larger repositories it was also one of the oldest, and Susie knew from her previous visits that some of their gear was older than she was, and old tech always tended to be a little glitchy when patched into newer hardware.

Getting closer, Susie carefully studied the intel she'd been given. Hopefully what she was after should be in vault Gamma-12-A, but nothing was certain in this game. Making her way to the vault entry she pulled out a datapad which had cost her more than a month's rations and quickly plugged it into the access panel. Normally she'd have just used her own probe, but the information she was after had been hardcoded by some of the best minds in their field, and even Susie knew that her own rig was hardly top-of-the-line.

With the pad in place, its internal processors and algorithms decoding the locking mechanisms, Susie wandered down the corridor a little, glancing each way as she checked to make sure none of the wetware security measures had decided to get creative in their patrol routes for the night. Things like that always annoyed her. Why couldn't people be as reliable and predictable as computers?

A patch on her arm suddenly began to glow brightly and turning away from the corridor Susie quickly stepped back to the access panel. Unhooking the datapad she quickly stowed it away back inside her coat before pressing her gloved finger to the ID scanner. A panel snapped open on the wall and a retinal scanner emerged, firing a bright beam of light out to read the presented eyeball. The fact that there was none to read didn't seem to concern the device at all and after a couple of second the display lit up bright green.

[color=silver]"𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝖴𝖭𝖪𝖭𝖮𝖶𝖭 𝖴𝖲𝖤𝖱."[/color] The computer intoned as the data vault beside it unsealed with a hiss, the door cycling open and the computer terminal unfolding from the wall in what Susie presumed was supposed to make the place look modern and high tech. Ignoring all the fanfare, the cracker stepped up to the keyboard and quickly started to type in her data requests, pulling the information she needed from the yottabytes of drek passing through the repository's data banks every second.

[color=c4df9b]"Okay, my friend,"[/color] she said with a friendly smile, [color=a2d39c]"Give me everything you have on 'Ori', and their associates."[/color]