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[color=lightgray][i]Location: Cruisin' the streets - Enroute to Millennial Dome[/i][/color][/CENTER]

At a point in the drive, Keyrs would've appeared inattentive to those in the vehicle with her. Her awareness had shifted to her headgear --rather, what it was informing her of.

"[color=#BF40BF]Hold the phone. Possibility of a misdirect here,[/color]" she now spoke up. "[color=#BF40BF]It would appear your systems are being invaded.[/color]" Keyrs didn't bother to explain how she knew this [i]-having remotely set up a connection to the network before leaving, granting her no deep access but certain awareness and surface-level remote control-[/i] she simply followed up with such. "[color=#BF40BF]Alarms and system lockdown have been initiated.[/color]" On second thought, Keyrs composedly added, "[color=#BF40BF]though I [i]could[/i] reverse that. Make it appear as a blip if it may be more valuable to see what they might be after? If it's anything physical I may not have eyes, but digitally I should be able to unobtrusively keep up with them.[/color]" She hoped she wouldn't be eating her words.

Or be given a strike for touching the systems without authorization, even all things considered. It was a delicate evaluation to take the "forgiveness later" route here rather than the "permission first".