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Javier was allowed to enter what seemed to be the main room. He was the second person in the room. He and some Goth kid... "Afternoon." Javier said as he nodded to the girl, "So, how do you do and what do you do?". After that he looked around the room a bit and sat down within earshot of the black swan. Morales's was expecting more people.
Not much attention was paid to her surroundings, but even so she knew them well, if not better than the back of her hand with just a simple glimpse about the unoccupied and deathly quiet meeting room, save for the frail humming of the laptops left at their respected seats open to a login screen which Nora could have broken through in due time but decided to wait around and see what was up. To be truthful, she didn't count herself as...these sort of people. If by what she read in that bizarre letter was true, then certainly she was signed up already to join this nefarious sort of criminal masterminds handpicked from all walks of life, from the rich and the well-off to the poor and the downtrodden such as she. Well, she wouldn't be poor after this however, but the money was not the reason for the elusive Mantis to be cavorting with crooks of all kinds, for as before....she never counted herself as a crook.
Her cause was malicious, dangerous even to the well-being of others, but with a reputation for one of the most notorious cyber-criminals in the United States, or the world for that matter, what wasn't going to be dangerous? Yet given the severity, her agenda was simple, cause chaos, upset the status quo, kick up such a storm that would wash away the hypocrisy and the untruths of a government completely out of control, starting with NY and moving eventually towards DC, then possibly stretching all throughout the US until finally this blanket of Democracy the cowards hid behind collapsed and the truth be revealed to the people's eyes. Very well she knew the consequences of such, namely towards herself and towards others, but content she was with them.
A few hours had passed and none seemed to arrive yet. Nora decided to kill the time by switching her iPhone over to her music, slipping her earbuds in and bobbing her head quietly to Survivalism echoing through the tiny speakers and treating her ears to the tech-psycho bliss that was Nine Inch Nails.
Not too soon did the first verse of Reznor's vocals begin that Nora noticed another sit beside her like it was nothing, her eyes, cold and dark, trailing towards the middle aged man clad in sharp business attire, looking more to Nora like he belonged on Wall Street or JPMorgan Chase wearing that get up, but then again....the bankers and the money-men were just about as crooked as the crack-heads and the welfare mothers they pilfered their ill-gotten gain from, so maybe this guy did belong with this infamous sort. Perfect Crime Inc....what more perfect a crime than white collar.
Judging on the deep complexion of melanin, the overall face structure and other physical traits, not to mention the accent American but with a certain tinge to it, Nora easily deduced he was of Hispanic descent, and given New York...he was likely Puerto Rican.
When he asked who she was and what she did however, she only had one answer for him, "Who I am and what I do...is none of your fucking business..." All the while she paid him no further mind, fiddling about with her iPhone yet pausing when she heard the man's phone sound in his pocket. "You got a message by the way.... Might wanna check it...Senor Morales...or should I say...Corporal?"
The message in question was of no text, but an image that would explain all to Javier the moment he laid eyes upon it...and what it had done to every bit of his information he kept guarded within such a cheap and easily cracked security program. That image was a disturbing .gif of a large, green praying mantis wearing a gas mask and twitching schizophrenically, and the cryptic message written in blood red:
ALWAYS HUNGERS....NEVER STARVES...
But the beauty of the .gif....was it was infected with a special virus programmed by the namesake herself to swipe out every bit of Javier's valuable intel, forward it safely to an encrypted folder on her own device, and then finally crash his beyond repair. Twas as she put it. Once the mantis had her prey...nothing would be left.
Afterwards, she went back to her music, not even caring to say hi to the others who made their way in, even the ditz in the trilby calling Cypher Acid Burn or the Japanese girl speaking perfect engrish and living the stereotype down to a T. Nary a glance even paid to the other man in a suit.(McThing)
Too bad...Nora didn't think there'd be some dress code to follow.
