Operation: Kefauver - Log 6
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xp_logsThrough the tap, Kevin is able to compromise the security, opening up a hole in the coverage for Felicia and Sarah to sneak and steal information.
While the tech was wildly more advanced than anything he'd had to work with, the basic principles of compromising security were the same. Get inside the system without them knowing so you can control it unawareness. As the tap went in, several screens went live, feeding him information on cameras, sensors, alarms and the overall layout.
This normally would have fallen to Doug, but since he was inside, Kevin went to the 'cheatsheet'; a program that aggregated the individual feeds and detail and fed them into a customized dashboard which Kevin could use to identify the steps he wanted to take and translate that into the proper commands. Quickly, he selected a rear window they'd identified and killed the sensor, as well as the door alarm and turned the cameras on to a cycling mode, repeating the same images for the next few minutes. Any of this actions would be flagged if they happened for more than a few minutes, so he waited until the physical guards were moving away before he hit the commands.
~Sarah, Felicia, you are officially on the clock.~ What Kevin would have given for telepathic comms in his CIA days. No chance of being tapped or compromised, instantaneous connections, can't be blocked unless you don't have a brain, that is. ~Comms have the area clear for the next 4-5 minutes.~
Sarah shuddered momentarily, muttering "You think you've experienced all the weird shit and then someone talks directly into your goddamn brain." She looked up at Felicia and gestured at the window. "You have anything fancy to open that? I can pry it open with a bone, but that's messy. And it leaves a trail."
"You're adorable," Felicia replied, not unkindly but perhaps a little teasing, already pulling a pry bar, which she handed over to Sarah, and a thin, flexible blade from along her shin. She used the later to make easy work of the inside lock; they obviously put most of their faith on the high tech security. "Just leaving DNA everywhere. After you."
It had been a while since Sarah had crawled through a window, but she remembered enough not to be embarrassing. Going in feet first, she leaned back for a moment. "Either these windows have gotten smaller, or I'm no longer eight."
"What's the answer that doesn't get me stabbed?" Felicia asked, giving her a playful shove forward and through. "Or maybe does get me stabbed? A little stabbed? I'm not sure what I'm into today, I'm still figuring out our vibe."
"I'm going to suggest 'not stabbed'," Sarah straightened herself out just inside the window and took a step away to clear space for Felicia, "I know I make it look fun to have bones sticking out of you, but it's not for everyone."
Felicia slid in right behind her, laughing quietly as she crossed over to the frankly lacklustre computer set up, plugging in a set of USBs. "I'm a very firm believer of trying anything once, but you're probably not wrong. I'll go with them being very tiny windows, then. We'll grease you up next time."
Sarah rolled her eyes and gave the office a thorough look over. They were here for the hard drive data. but maybe there was something else here. "I would have also accepted 'Sarah, you were eight nearly two decades ago, you did fine'."
Felicia made a high humming noise as if to imply otherwise, the blue and white light of the computer screen lighting up her face and grin hypnotically. "Also, no greasing. So, I'll stick to my answer," she said, tapping her nails as if that would make the files transfer faster. "Pull on one of the books, maybe there's a secret door."
"Or a pressure sensor. We're in a mob boss's office, not the fucking Clue mansion." She passed by the door, listening for any sign they might need to bail. "Just focus on the computer please."
"I'm a multitasker, a professional. I can annoy you and insert a USB to automatically transfer files all at the same time," Felicia said, waggling her fingers sarcastically, before a ding alerted her it was safe to move on. "We're good babygirl, and auto exporting to the cloud in case we die. Wanna see if they really did get Barry Manilow?"
Sarah wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but now was definitely not the time to sort it out. She glanced at the door and shook her head. "Doubt it. My Nana is the reason Barry Manilow and Neil Diamond stopped doing mob shows. Doesn't stop them from putting their names on the invitations though."
"Boooo hopes up for nothing, you owe me shots," Felicia answered, turning towards the window. "Last one out etc."
Pushing herself up through the window, Sarah sighed and muttered, "Maybe you make more sense when I'm drunk."
While the tech was wildly more advanced than anything he'd had to work with, the basic principles of compromising security were the same. Get inside the system without them knowing so you can control it unawareness. As the tap went in, several screens went live, feeding him information on cameras, sensors, alarms and the overall layout.
This normally would have fallen to Doug, but since he was inside, Kevin went to the 'cheatsheet'; a program that aggregated the individual feeds and detail and fed them into a customized dashboard which Kevin could use to identify the steps he wanted to take and translate that into the proper commands. Quickly, he selected a rear window they'd identified and killed the sensor, as well as the door alarm and turned the cameras on to a cycling mode, repeating the same images for the next few minutes. Any of this actions would be flagged if they happened for more than a few minutes, so he waited until the physical guards were moving away before he hit the commands.
~Sarah, Felicia, you are officially on the clock.~ What Kevin would have given for telepathic comms in his CIA days. No chance of being tapped or compromised, instantaneous connections, can't be blocked unless you don't have a brain, that is. ~Comms have the area clear for the next 4-5 minutes.~
Sarah shuddered momentarily, muttering "You think you've experienced all the weird shit and then someone talks directly into your goddamn brain." She looked up at Felicia and gestured at the window. "You have anything fancy to open that? I can pry it open with a bone, but that's messy. And it leaves a trail."
"You're adorable," Felicia replied, not unkindly but perhaps a little teasing, already pulling a pry bar, which she handed over to Sarah, and a thin, flexible blade from along her shin. She used the later to make easy work of the inside lock; they obviously put most of their faith on the high tech security. "Just leaving DNA everywhere. After you."
It had been a while since Sarah had crawled through a window, but she remembered enough not to be embarrassing. Going in feet first, she leaned back for a moment. "Either these windows have gotten smaller, or I'm no longer eight."
"What's the answer that doesn't get me stabbed?" Felicia asked, giving her a playful shove forward and through. "Or maybe does get me stabbed? A little stabbed? I'm not sure what I'm into today, I'm still figuring out our vibe."
"I'm going to suggest 'not stabbed'," Sarah straightened herself out just inside the window and took a step away to clear space for Felicia, "I know I make it look fun to have bones sticking out of you, but it's not for everyone."
Felicia slid in right behind her, laughing quietly as she crossed over to the frankly lacklustre computer set up, plugging in a set of USBs. "I'm a very firm believer of trying anything once, but you're probably not wrong. I'll go with them being very tiny windows, then. We'll grease you up next time."
Sarah rolled her eyes and gave the office a thorough look over. They were here for the hard drive data. but maybe there was something else here. "I would have also accepted 'Sarah, you were eight nearly two decades ago, you did fine'."
Felicia made a high humming noise as if to imply otherwise, the blue and white light of the computer screen lighting up her face and grin hypnotically. "Also, no greasing. So, I'll stick to my answer," she said, tapping her nails as if that would make the files transfer faster. "Pull on one of the books, maybe there's a secret door."
"Or a pressure sensor. We're in a mob boss's office, not the fucking Clue mansion." She passed by the door, listening for any sign they might need to bail. "Just focus on the computer please."
"I'm a multitasker, a professional. I can annoy you and insert a USB to automatically transfer files all at the same time," Felicia said, waggling her fingers sarcastically, before a ding alerted her it was safe to move on. "We're good babygirl, and auto exporting to the cloud in case we die. Wanna see if they really did get Barry Manilow?"
Sarah wasn't sure what was going on exactly, but now was definitely not the time to sort it out. She glanced at the door and shook her head. "Doubt it. My Nana is the reason Barry Manilow and Neil Diamond stopped doing mob shows. Doesn't stop them from putting their names on the invitations though."
"Boooo hopes up for nothing, you owe me shots," Felicia answered, turning towards the window. "Last one out etc."
Pushing herself up through the window, Sarah sighed and muttered, "Maybe you make more sense when I'm drunk."
