OPERATION: SALT THE EARTH - Log 4
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xp_logsDomino and Jubilee start working through security footage in order to track their suspect.
The chairs might have been wonky and the desks a bit beaten up, but every computer, laptop and device at Snow Valley was state of the art and possessed a suite of programs that the NSA would have, literally, killed to get their hands on to help the team search and hack their way through the on-line world.
Dom loved it.
A disgustingly-flavored energy drink sat beside the keyboard as she keyed through flight records, imagining the looks on some of her former colleague's faces if they could've seen her now. Poor bastards would've gone green with jealousy. "Okay, I think it's pretty safe to say he didn't jump on another flight," she announced, reaching for her drink. "Which means now the fun really begins."
"I think our definition of fun like, totally differs."
Jubilee was used to needle in a haystack work by now. Lately it seemed to be the only thing their team did was make silver from shit.
"I'll bring up the outside cameras, see if he left the airport on foot. You want to check car rentals?"
"On it."
No matter how sophisticated the program there was, unfortunately, always a place for human oversight, especially in a case like this. It was clear their mark had wanted to disappear and so once the obvious routes had been checked and eliminated the more tricksy avenues had to be explored 'by hand'.
"Y'know, this'd all be a lot easier if we all had like, biometric chips implanted in us," Dom remarked idly as she backdoored into the rental lists. "I know it'd probably just turn into a whole 'Big Brother is watching you thing' but we could totally use that to our advantage."
"Yeah, but all that stuff just means that people find ways around it anyway." Jubilee noted, scanning back through camera footage. Despite the somewhat glamorous title of 'ninja super spy' she called herself in her head most of the work she did often came down to hours sitting on her ass somewhere trawling through recordings. "The only people it would work on is all the people we don't need to find."
Dom considered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Criminals gonna crim. I'm not getting anything here, any luck with the cameras?"
“Not yet, you wanna grab the ones on the other side of the building? This place has like a thousand exits.” Jubilee said, switching to another angle from the one she was currently scanning. She hadn’t managed to find their mark yet but it was only a matter of time. If there was something Jubilee had actually improved at over the years, it was patience. “Let me bring up the list of aliases, we can probably check train and bus tickets while we’re at it.”
"Sure, fire 'em over, I'll add 'em in."
Dom had finished her energy drink and cracked open another one by the time their searching yielded any results - it seemed their mark had booked himself a bus ticket to Miami, the electronic trail confirmed by the CCTV cameras outside the airport terminal which showed him boarding the Greyhound bus, his coat collar pulled up in an unsuccessful attempt to shield himself from notice.
"Fuck, I want to go to Miami," Dom remarked as they washed the Atlanta databases and started pulling up feeds for the Floridian city instead. "Cuban food is the best."
"Duuuude, don't make me all sad. I miss Churrascos like burning." Jubilee replied with a groan, almost drooling at the memory. "We're in luck though, that place is more paranoid then a hugely paranoid thing that has access to a bunch of expensive security equipment and a hard on for not getting burgled. People spend on video surveillance there like it's goin' out of style."
"Should make our job easy then. I'll load up the facial recog software for police feeds, you want to get started on the transport depots?"
“Remind me to get Emma something nice for Christmas for having her R&D people work on that for us,” Jubilee quipped, loading up the feeds on the various transport depos so she could scan through them. “By the way, you totally still owe me a Christmas wish list for the office secret Santa.”
"Ugh, do I have to? Those things are always so awkward. Syd and I just buy a big bottle of booze and split it between us, can't we do that instead? This many people chipping in we could get something really nice."
“How good are we talking?” Jubilee asked, flicking through a few more feeds as she tapped out the rythmn of a recent ‘Pink’ song on her thigh. “I mean, if you want me to like, completely miss out on the pleasure of seeing all of you make faces over such a lame Christmas tradition, it’s gonna have to be good.”
Dom rolled her eyes, leaning forward to scan over the data feeding in from her search. "If it gets you drunk does it really matter? Anything to make Christmas more bearable."
“Blaspheme!” Jubilee cried but she was smiling as she finally found what they’d been looking for. She’d spent so much time in the last month with people she wouldn’t normally piss on if they were on fire. It was nice to be working with people she liked again. Not that she wouldn’t have to go back again after this, not a thing she was looking forward to. “Think I found something. Look at this.”
Jubilee turned the screen she’d been looking through toward Dom, pointing out the information that would hopefully point them toward the next breadcrumb.
"Right, so he's made it to the airport, but that's definitely not his actual ID," Dom said with a frown, tapping some details into her computer. "Looks like he must've ditched it between the bus station and here, which means someone's set him up an alternative. And, let's see... well, given his destination I'm gonna guess it was the Russians," she said triumphantly. A moment later her expression wilted. "Fuckin' Russians, man."
“You and me both, dude,” Jubilee replied, bringing up another screen and scrolling through till she found their dossiers on the most likely groups he could have gone to. “Least it’s not the Triads though. Hang about, like, I know these guys, these guys are assholes but they do good work.”
Jubilee pointed to a name on the screen that she’d brought up, the name of a Russian outfit working out of Miami.
“So, you wanna hack into their network or should I?”
Dom cracked her knuckles and shot Jubilee a broad grin. "I'll race you."
Jubilee flashed what could only be called a truly shit-eating grin as she turned to her computer and began to type.
“Oh Domster, you are so totally on like Donkey Kong.”
The chairs might have been wonky and the desks a bit beaten up, but every computer, laptop and device at Snow Valley was state of the art and possessed a suite of programs that the NSA would have, literally, killed to get their hands on to help the team search and hack their way through the on-line world.
Dom loved it.
A disgustingly-flavored energy drink sat beside the keyboard as she keyed through flight records, imagining the looks on some of her former colleague's faces if they could've seen her now. Poor bastards would've gone green with jealousy. "Okay, I think it's pretty safe to say he didn't jump on another flight," she announced, reaching for her drink. "Which means now the fun really begins."
"I think our definition of fun like, totally differs."
Jubilee was used to needle in a haystack work by now. Lately it seemed to be the only thing their team did was make silver from shit.
"I'll bring up the outside cameras, see if he left the airport on foot. You want to check car rentals?"
"On it."
No matter how sophisticated the program there was, unfortunately, always a place for human oversight, especially in a case like this. It was clear their mark had wanted to disappear and so once the obvious routes had been checked and eliminated the more tricksy avenues had to be explored 'by hand'.
"Y'know, this'd all be a lot easier if we all had like, biometric chips implanted in us," Dom remarked idly as she backdoored into the rental lists. "I know it'd probably just turn into a whole 'Big Brother is watching you thing' but we could totally use that to our advantage."
"Yeah, but all that stuff just means that people find ways around it anyway." Jubilee noted, scanning back through camera footage. Despite the somewhat glamorous title of 'ninja super spy' she called herself in her head most of the work she did often came down to hours sitting on her ass somewhere trawling through recordings. "The only people it would work on is all the people we don't need to find."
Dom considered this for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, probably. Criminals gonna crim. I'm not getting anything here, any luck with the cameras?"
“Not yet, you wanna grab the ones on the other side of the building? This place has like a thousand exits.” Jubilee said, switching to another angle from the one she was currently scanning. She hadn’t managed to find their mark yet but it was only a matter of time. If there was something Jubilee had actually improved at over the years, it was patience. “Let me bring up the list of aliases, we can probably check train and bus tickets while we’re at it.”
"Sure, fire 'em over, I'll add 'em in."
Dom had finished her energy drink and cracked open another one by the time their searching yielded any results - it seemed their mark had booked himself a bus ticket to Miami, the electronic trail confirmed by the CCTV cameras outside the airport terminal which showed him boarding the Greyhound bus, his coat collar pulled up in an unsuccessful attempt to shield himself from notice.
"Fuck, I want to go to Miami," Dom remarked as they washed the Atlanta databases and started pulling up feeds for the Floridian city instead. "Cuban food is the best."
"Duuuude, don't make me all sad. I miss Churrascos like burning." Jubilee replied with a groan, almost drooling at the memory. "We're in luck though, that place is more paranoid then a hugely paranoid thing that has access to a bunch of expensive security equipment and a hard on for not getting burgled. People spend on video surveillance there like it's goin' out of style."
"Should make our job easy then. I'll load up the facial recog software for police feeds, you want to get started on the transport depots?"
“Remind me to get Emma something nice for Christmas for having her R&D people work on that for us,” Jubilee quipped, loading up the feeds on the various transport depos so she could scan through them. “By the way, you totally still owe me a Christmas wish list for the office secret Santa.”
"Ugh, do I have to? Those things are always so awkward. Syd and I just buy a big bottle of booze and split it between us, can't we do that instead? This many people chipping in we could get something really nice."
“How good are we talking?” Jubilee asked, flicking through a few more feeds as she tapped out the rythmn of a recent ‘Pink’ song on her thigh. “I mean, if you want me to like, completely miss out on the pleasure of seeing all of you make faces over such a lame Christmas tradition, it’s gonna have to be good.”
Dom rolled her eyes, leaning forward to scan over the data feeding in from her search. "If it gets you drunk does it really matter? Anything to make Christmas more bearable."
“Blaspheme!” Jubilee cried but she was smiling as she finally found what they’d been looking for. She’d spent so much time in the last month with people she wouldn’t normally piss on if they were on fire. It was nice to be working with people she liked again. Not that she wouldn’t have to go back again after this, not a thing she was looking forward to. “Think I found something. Look at this.”
Jubilee turned the screen she’d been looking through toward Dom, pointing out the information that would hopefully point them toward the next breadcrumb.
"Right, so he's made it to the airport, but that's definitely not his actual ID," Dom said with a frown, tapping some details into her computer. "Looks like he must've ditched it between the bus station and here, which means someone's set him up an alternative. And, let's see... well, given his destination I'm gonna guess it was the Russians," she said triumphantly. A moment later her expression wilted. "Fuckin' Russians, man."
“You and me both, dude,” Jubilee replied, bringing up another screen and scrolling through till she found their dossiers on the most likely groups he could have gone to. “Least it’s not the Triads though. Hang about, like, I know these guys, these guys are assholes but they do good work.”
Jubilee pointed to a name on the screen that she’d brought up, the name of a Russian outfit working out of Miami.
“So, you wanna hack into their network or should I?”
Dom cracked her knuckles and shot Jubilee a broad grin. "I'll race you."
Jubilee flashed what could only be called a truly shit-eating grin as she turned to her computer and began to type.
“Oh Domster, you are so totally on like Donkey Kong.”
