[color=00aeef][center][h2]-- Terubi Musen --[/h2][/center][/color]
Terubi nonchalantly stepped through the crowds, on her way to her destination. Images and text flitted across her vision, numbers occasionally sneaking onto the edges of the screen that was her face. A glimpse at the storm within. People sending texts over their phone, browsing the internet, playing games, or doing other things. She could see it all. Like a bottomless pit of hedonistic self-indulgence. There was not a single person here in this crowd who she could not trace through their digital signature. Those few who weren't actively using their phones for one reason or another were still connected, receiving information from the great world wide web. Texts from friends, updates for apps, or just simple weather information. Everybody was connected. Nobody was free. And to Terubi, that digital web was an open book that she could read. That she was forced to read, in a way.

But today's walk was no ordinary stroll. No, she was doing recon. Today was the day that she officially joined Black Tree on a proper job, that she finally earned herself a place among their ranks. And as such she couldn't show off anything but her very best. Soon she'd show them that she was absolutely invaluable. And in order to do that she had a bit of a plan.

Tentatively, she dipper her foot into the vast stream of data flowing around her consciousness. It was like an ocean, but never still. Always moving, always changing. Even with her vast mental computing power there was so much information that it required active concentration for her to achieve much of anything. But this much she could handle. It was easy, even, with how much she'd practised. She took this wild unsorted pile and divided it into categories. Immediately she discarded the games and the updates and the systems nonsense. Useless computer data. Instead she focused on the text messages, the phone calls, and the communications. Virtual chats frequently stored the whole conversation, and then repeated that conversation to one another every time it updated. Instead of singular texts she saw many copies of the same conversation as it updated, adding a new text to the end every time. She sorted through this sea of text for key words, certain phrases linked to her interests and target. They were likely using some degree of code, so she couldn't be too explicit, but there was only so much you could hide when she looked through that person's entire conversation.

It was easy, in the docks area, to tracks down a number of Kojima thugs. In a flash she had their phone numbers. Teasing out the rest was child's play. She sent one a text message, using the signals of one of their contacts. A friend, apparently, or a colleague. Didn't matter. She simply asked the thug to check whether he'd received an email, and he did. Upon logging in he sent his details to the Google Servers, and those servers sent him back the OK signal, as well as a KEY. Terubi intercepted both the codes and the KEY, granting her full access to the poor sod's email. From there gaining access to the rest was easy. She tracked him with his own phone's GPS as she went through his list of contacts, figuring out which ones were inside of her range. The ones who were swiftly fell for the same trap. 

Terubi logged their names, their faces, their numbers, and anything else she considered important. Her ability wrote a new file into one of her phones, allowing her to easily store the information. All the orders these thugs had received, the names of their bosses, and any plans they might be involved with. Several of the thugs 'accidentally' sent texts or calls to their bosses. The outgoing and incoming signals gave Terubi some indication at least of where they were, and allowed her to locate those bosses' current locations.

Sure, they'd figure something weird was going on with them all getting empty messages from their thugs, but it didn't matter. Terubi had everything that she wanted. All the passwords and communications she needed to tear these people apart. Several of these thugs had material in their histories that was explicit enough that she was fairly certain she could blackmail them into leaving Kojima entirely. Others she could stall and misdirect through faked information supposedly sent from their bosses. All the pieces had been laid in place.

Smugly, Terubi turned around and moved to head towards her meeting with her new boss. If this went off without a hitch, she'd have everything she needed to practically guarantee the success of her teams' plans.