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~ [i]Return Trip[/i] ~[/center]

"Cassie" slid their passport, picture face down, into the automatic security check of Heathrow Airport. They glanced up, looking directly into the glowing cirlce of a camera just off to their right. For a second, there was a pause. A moment of recognition. And then the plexiglass gates in front of them opened. The things had always been finicky, though this time the Gods had given their blessing, and Freischutz hated dealing with them, with every fibre of their being. For that matter, they hated passing through Security in any capacity. At the very least, the UK had them automated for UK citizens. Travelling into Canada didn't have that luxury.

Some week prior, Freischutz had begun their hack. Compared to the others, it almost seemed to them as though it was the easiest of the four, and as they progressed through the various versions of the storage, the only difficulty "Cassie" encountered was persisting through the sheer tedium of the task. The number of different things Freiscutz had to extract data from, had at first astounded, and quickly worn on them despite the numerous hacking opportunities they had been given, until finally it was all complete complete. In truth, the excuse that they had "gotten stuck" that had been given over the Discord was a lie - a convenient explanation for their slow progress.

The Samaritan's didn't deal in medical information. Not for a lack of want, it simply did nothing for their operations. Stealing NHS documents would be a cinch, but it didn't benefit anyone. Chances were, it would only result in further cuts, and more privatisation - the opposite of the mission. And so "Cassie" was forced to look elsewhere for someone to deal with the information. Someone who knew what to do with it, and which companies in the world would be willing to buy it. Though Freischutz had little basis for comparison, it was standard Business theory - the more competition that exists in the market, the more prices will go down for the consumer. If a large number of medical companies vye for the same patients, offering lower and lower rates on medical bills to attract them, everyone would win: Freischutz would get some money; the patients would find cheaper hospital expenses; and the companies in question would gain new customers.

In particular, Freischutz contacted a man in Canada. By the name of Arnold Murphy, over "Cassie's" one week stay in the country, the two worked out and arranged a deal regarding the sale of the information. The Samaritans had worked with him in the past, for various, undefined savouries, and though the meetings took place entirely over online chat, it gave Freischutz a fantastic excuse to visit a country they had always been interested in, under the guise of the school half term. And Toronto was more than a thing to behold, worth every penny spent. 

So, passing through the terminal, Freischutz smiled - an innocent, pleased smile. It was nary their job to mess with the medical companies of other countries, but money and the chance to do good were motivation enough in their own right. More money in the pool meant more Samaritan operations, and with all the promised 0-days, "Cassie" would be hard pressed to pass up the opportunities as laid out bare before them. If everything went according to schedule, the next few days would be spent with companies buying out the information. The sources the records had been stolen from would inevitably remain silent, for fear of losing more patients in the ensuing scandal, and the world would keep turning. No exposure, and no trouble.