AAG - Storytelling Part 3
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xp_logsAdrienne tells Wyngarde how Doug and Sarah developed the ghost system to catch his falsifying of the connections between Shaw and Steed.
"None of that matters, you miserable cow. The Lord Imperial has all the information, and it's, what, your word that the information was false? He'll likely see you as nothing more than a another tool of the White Court."
Adrienne had been mopping at her bloodied hand with more Kleenex while sitting in Wyngarde's office chair, the gun on the desk directly in front of her. She snorted in amusement. "Yeah, my word. My word and the help of a couple computer geniuses who built a false layer on top of the encryption key you were messing with so that everything you did to falsify Shaw and Steed's dealings were documented."
***
The database was an impressive thing; a beautifully integrated intelligence network designed in such a way that was both robust and intuitive; perfect for running networks and sources at an individual or small group level. It had been designed by a very talented engineer, and now it was going to be corrupted to bring down a King and Queen.
"Alza la bandera revolucionaria," Doug sang quietly to himself, almost inaudibly. If he poked fun and drew silly parallels between revolutionary songs and bringing down a 'monarchy' in the Hellfire Club, it would help him think less about the whole 'integrated intelligence' part of the database he was hacking in, and the fact that he was working with a young, probably all too idealistic technopath. Those were the parallels he didn't like nearly as much.
Sarah on the other hand was really enjoying herself. Computers were her thing, it was true, but Doug's talent with them was something altogether different and kind of fascinating for her to watch in action. She fought to remember her new trick with the non-verbal use of her powers, because speaking aloud while working with him seemed weirder to her than normal, but every now and then she forgot, whoops.
"Annnnnnd let's copy this over heeeeeeere... ok, now, hmm." Sarah bit her lip and gave Doug a small apologetic grin before finishing what she was working on. Once she completed that she stopped, taking a little break as she looked over at her partner in crime. "I think we're almost there, yeah?"
At least she was a fairly bubbly American teenager, instead of a dispassionate mechanized Russian. That helped. It also helped that the work was intensely challenging, and took quite a large amount of concentration, which didn't leave much room for awkward and painful memories. Creating two entirely different layers of information - and covering it all so seamlessly that Jason Wyngarde and whoever he was conspiring with would never suspect that there was information underneath that would pull the rug right out from underneath him...
"Okay, this next piece needs to be done pretty much instantaneously, so there's no gap in the
infostream," Doug told Sarah.
"Roger, no room for error, gotcha." Sarah cracked her fingers and took a deep breath. "We've got this." She prepped her part of the swap, communicating with her laptop and getting it ready to execute the necessary commands as quickly and accurately as possible. "This is some pretty impressive stuff, by the way, I've gotta say." She'd never worked with anything as complex and intricate as this and she was glad that she'd been tapped to help out.
"I couldn't do all of this on my own," Doug admitted to Sarah. Not that she was necessarily his first choice for who to work with, but she was the one who was available whose power could accomplish what was needed. And really, it wasn't her fault that he had...issues. Enough to fill a newsstand, really. But he also knew that his therapist would relentlessly point out how Sarah wasn't Mastermold, and so on. "Thanks for chipping in," he managed to say finally.
"Of course, any time." She beamed at him, glad for the thanks. Sarah brushed some stray strands of hair back behind an ear before turning back to her laptop. "Alright, let's do dis." Her hands hovered over her laptop - even with her powers sometimes she preferred to type things out just to be safe - and she waited for Doug's word before they began the next step.
"Leeeeeerooooooooooooy..." Doug muttered quietly with a chuckle. He tapped a few commands into
his own laptop, watched the system clock tick down to exactly on the minute, then nodded to Sarah. "Now." There was about thirty seconds of frantic activity from both of them, and then it was complete. Doug leaned back and checked several data pointers. "Everything looks good," he said, then grinned wolfishly. "Knight threatens pawn."
"None of that matters, you miserable cow. The Lord Imperial has all the information, and it's, what, your word that the information was false? He'll likely see you as nothing more than a another tool of the White Court."
Adrienne had been mopping at her bloodied hand with more Kleenex while sitting in Wyngarde's office chair, the gun on the desk directly in front of her. She snorted in amusement. "Yeah, my word. My word and the help of a couple computer geniuses who built a false layer on top of the encryption key you were messing with so that everything you did to falsify Shaw and Steed's dealings were documented."
***
The database was an impressive thing; a beautifully integrated intelligence network designed in such a way that was both robust and intuitive; perfect for running networks and sources at an individual or small group level. It had been designed by a very talented engineer, and now it was going to be corrupted to bring down a King and Queen.
"Alza la bandera revolucionaria," Doug sang quietly to himself, almost inaudibly. If he poked fun and drew silly parallels between revolutionary songs and bringing down a 'monarchy' in the Hellfire Club, it would help him think less about the whole 'integrated intelligence' part of the database he was hacking in, and the fact that he was working with a young, probably all too idealistic technopath. Those were the parallels he didn't like nearly as much.
Sarah on the other hand was really enjoying herself. Computers were her thing, it was true, but Doug's talent with them was something altogether different and kind of fascinating for her to watch in action. She fought to remember her new trick with the non-verbal use of her powers, because speaking aloud while working with him seemed weirder to her than normal, but every now and then she forgot, whoops.
"Annnnnnd let's copy this over heeeeeeere... ok, now, hmm." Sarah bit her lip and gave Doug a small apologetic grin before finishing what she was working on. Once she completed that she stopped, taking a little break as she looked over at her partner in crime. "I think we're almost there, yeah?"
At least she was a fairly bubbly American teenager, instead of a dispassionate mechanized Russian. That helped. It also helped that the work was intensely challenging, and took quite a large amount of concentration, which didn't leave much room for awkward and painful memories. Creating two entirely different layers of information - and covering it all so seamlessly that Jason Wyngarde and whoever he was conspiring with would never suspect that there was information underneath that would pull the rug right out from underneath him...
"Okay, this next piece needs to be done pretty much instantaneously, so there's no gap in the
infostream," Doug told Sarah.
"Roger, no room for error, gotcha." Sarah cracked her fingers and took a deep breath. "We've got this." She prepped her part of the swap, communicating with her laptop and getting it ready to execute the necessary commands as quickly and accurately as possible. "This is some pretty impressive stuff, by the way, I've gotta say." She'd never worked with anything as complex and intricate as this and she was glad that she'd been tapped to help out.
"I couldn't do all of this on my own," Doug admitted to Sarah. Not that she was necessarily his first choice for who to work with, but she was the one who was available whose power could accomplish what was needed. And really, it wasn't her fault that he had...issues. Enough to fill a newsstand, really. But he also knew that his therapist would relentlessly point out how Sarah wasn't Mastermold, and so on. "Thanks for chipping in," he managed to say finally.
"Of course, any time." She beamed at him, glad for the thanks. Sarah brushed some stray strands of hair back behind an ear before turning back to her laptop. "Alright, let's do dis." Her hands hovered over her laptop - even with her powers sometimes she preferred to type things out just to be safe - and she waited for Doug's word before they began the next step.
"Leeeeeerooooooooooooy..." Doug muttered quietly with a chuckle. He tapped a few commands into
his own laptop, watched the system clock tick down to exactly on the minute, then nodded to Sarah. "Now." There was about thirty seconds of frantic activity from both of them, and then it was complete. Doug leaned back and checked several data pointers. "Everything looks good," he said, then grinned wolfishly. "Knight threatens pawn."
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