Post by blackwulf02 on Dec 17, 2014 1:30:53 GMT -5
Christopher was screwed, said blatantly, he had over fifteen robots with apparently amazingly powerful detecting ability following him: They heard him from the vents, they heard him from the offices, they heard him from possibly every approach, then he took to the good old tactic, making them fight each other by shooting at their small weakpoint on their backs almost comically while they flailed their arms around and shooting every robot in sight. He quickly sneaked around the bloody things and saw the easily obtained thing they were protecting, a terminal, already hacked, but ashes showing the fate of the hacker, he quickly opened the documents in wich he was interested in.
This job was easier than usual, but the one who gave it was unusual. She was your typical misterious person: trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses. The woman sounded a quite smart person, by her manner of speech and overall actions. The job wasn't given by talking, but in hidded messages in objects: A paper slip under a glass of vodka, a handshake with another hidden message.
Back to sucky situation filled with robots and an ecrypted message that didn't make none of the sense. When he finally figured the password to the documents, he took a paper from the side of the desk and quickly doodled the most important parts of the document, when a particular name caught his interest.
"Erick Randall? That sounds interesting... so he's a scientist now, huh?" He said, looking at the name, he wouldn't take it for true that the scientist in the intel was indeed his brother, but weird smells coming from a zone commonly populated by junkies and other criminals, some high radiation radiating from the zone of the smell, and other ocurrences around the bloody place, what in hell did his brother get into? He would have to investigate on the matter later.
He finished doodling on the stupid paper and stuffed it carefully on his pocket and began running towards the exit, seeing the beaten and burned carcasses of the robots. But the frigging surviving one robot did the unforgibable on a spy's life.
Tripping a bloody alarm and calling everything into the stupid room.
This job was easier than usual, but the one who gave it was unusual. She was your typical misterious person: trenchcoat, hat and sunglasses. The woman sounded a quite smart person, by her manner of speech and overall actions. The job wasn't given by talking, but in hidded messages in objects: A paper slip under a glass of vodka, a handshake with another hidden message.
Back to sucky situation filled with robots and an ecrypted message that didn't make none of the sense. When he finally figured the password to the documents, he took a paper from the side of the desk and quickly doodled the most important parts of the document, when a particular name caught his interest.
"Erick Randall? That sounds interesting... so he's a scientist now, huh?" He said, looking at the name, he wouldn't take it for true that the scientist in the intel was indeed his brother, but weird smells coming from a zone commonly populated by junkies and other criminals, some high radiation radiating from the zone of the smell, and other ocurrences around the bloody place, what in hell did his brother get into? He would have to investigate on the matter later.
He finished doodling on the stupid paper and stuffed it carefully on his pocket and began running towards the exit, seeing the beaten and burned carcasses of the robots. But the frigging surviving one robot did the unforgibable on a spy's life.
Tripping a bloody alarm and calling everything into the stupid room.