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xp_logsIn search of financial data, Sue and Warren do some hacking...
The website on her screen might have looked slick, but the security was not what it should be...
They rarely were, people were so focused on flair and style they rarely cared about substance, especially when they wanted to set something up quickly. It left all sorts of little loopholes and errors that she should take advantage of. Now, an experienced cyber expert might have left the same holes, but they'd at least have boobytrapped them, not that it would have mattered.
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to mine we go," Sue sang to herself as she started peeling back the layers of the bank data stream system, a commercially available data stream, which meant to had been cracked months ago.
"You are short enough to be a Disney miner," Warren said with a snort. "I'd better not be Snow White in this fantasy of yours. I'm more of a Prince Charming kind of guy."
"Prince Charming, you mean looks good, but lets the dwarves do all the hard work while he gets the prize," Sue tilted her head to the side, giving him a querying look for a moment before grinning, "You know, that sounds about right."
"I refuse to comment. I would help the dwarves unionize. Fuck the man. " He looked at the screen, but it was mostly garbage to him. "I'm so bored already. What do you even need me here for? I'm not your keeper."
"You are the man...Warren, I had no idea you were into that," Sue grinned at her 'big brother' before turning back to the screen, "No, but I like Bobbi and wanted to keep you out of trouble, and you're actually pretty good at dealing with the numbers when you want to be, so we'll be rely on you there."
... while Quentin and Inez hunt for information in a more physical way.
Weirdly enough the small office building was set back a little ways from the church, tucked away behind a few rhododendrons on the grounds.
The area was totally void of human life, as far as Quentin could tell, not a single mind besides his own and Inez's present. Still, they tread quietly around the church to the office just in case. He spotted a security camera pointing by the front door, so with a flick of his wrist, he telekinetically adjusted it to point up. If anyone was monitoring the feed live, they would surely come to investigate soon, so they were on a time crunch. Which is why, instead of breaking out the lockpicks Arthur had taught him to use, he reached out with his telekinesis again to open the door from the inside.
"Let's try to not tear the place up," he telepathically sent Inez as he quietly shut the door behind them and turned on his phone flashlight. "But if a computer or two doesn't boot up in the morning for some reason, well, that's just bad luck and warranty termination."
"Yer no fun," Inez thought in response but reluctantly agreed that a more subtle - and accordingly less destructive - touch was required in this situation. Not her normal forte but she could adjust when need be. Turning on her own flashlight, she slowly spun it around and took in the room until stopping on a pair of filing cabinets in one far corner. "M'gonna check those out, might be somethin'," she said, starting at the top cabinets and sliding them slowly out, trying to keep quiet while quickly flip-flip-flipping through them in search of useful information.
Quentin turned his attention to the lone desktop computer, which by the looks of it, still ran Windows XP. Not for the first time, he wished he had a portion of Arthur's power so he could get the login information, but that turned out not to be needed, as a Post-It note taped under the desk listed it all. What luck, and what dumb fucks worked for this church. "Were you a church girl growing up?" he asked as the machine slogged through its boot-up.
Inez shook her head and opened her mouth before remembering to reply with her literal inside voice instead. "Can't say I was, though my parents were pretty god fearin' in their own way... didn't really stick with me though." She shrugged and closed one file drawer before bending down and opening the next, going through that one next. "How 'bout yerself?" she asked in kind, flick-flick-flicking until one file seemed to jump out at her. "This might be somethin' financial, looks like invoices for somethin' or other," she thought, pulling it out and sticking it atop the cabinet before resuming her searching.
"Girl." As if Quentin had to say any more than that to answer her question. The idea that he would have ever tolerated a house of worship of any kind was ludicrously hilarious. His parents were the wrong kind of WASP to care about that themselves, anyway. No profit to be made unless they were megachurch preachers themselves.
While the computer still struggled, Quentin got up and went over to Inez to look at what she'd found. Apparently run-of-the-mill invoices for office and ecclesiastical materials, custodial services, standard stuff. But one statement she found nagged at him. "Don't know why a church would have a budget for 'consulting fees.' And from Donovan Zane. Why does that name sound so familiar?"
"Sorry, s'a habit of bein' polite and askin' back," she replied with a smirk gracing her still lips.
At his further comments once he'd moved next to her, Inez bit her lower lip and frowned. "It does sound familiar, it's not a common one f'r sure," she agreed. She scanned her mind for anywhere she might've seen the name recently. All she came up with was a blank, and she was about to 'say' so before the word 'blank' jogged her memory. "Wait, wasn't there a case of some stolen blank cheques awhile back involvin' someone Zane?" She couldn't be sure but something told her this file was definitely one to keep an eye on.
"Well, shit. A known grifter on their payroll. Did they get defrauded, too, or are they all in on it together? Good catch, keep an eye out for this name." He clicked a photo of the invoice with his phone before returning to the computer, now finally running. "Fucking Windows. As if we didn't know already these fucks are evil."
The website on her screen might have looked slick, but the security was not what it should be...
They rarely were, people were so focused on flair and style they rarely cared about substance, especially when they wanted to set something up quickly. It left all sorts of little loopholes and errors that she should take advantage of. Now, an experienced cyber expert might have left the same holes, but they'd at least have boobytrapped them, not that it would have mattered.
"Hi ho, hi ho, it's off to mine we go," Sue sang to herself as she started peeling back the layers of the bank data stream system, a commercially available data stream, which meant to had been cracked months ago.
"You are short enough to be a Disney miner," Warren said with a snort. "I'd better not be Snow White in this fantasy of yours. I'm more of a Prince Charming kind of guy."
"Prince Charming, you mean looks good, but lets the dwarves do all the hard work while he gets the prize," Sue tilted her head to the side, giving him a querying look for a moment before grinning, "You know, that sounds about right."
"I refuse to comment. I would help the dwarves unionize. Fuck the man. " He looked at the screen, but it was mostly garbage to him. "I'm so bored already. What do you even need me here for? I'm not your keeper."
"You are the man...Warren, I had no idea you were into that," Sue grinned at her 'big brother' before turning back to the screen, "No, but I like Bobbi and wanted to keep you out of trouble, and you're actually pretty good at dealing with the numbers when you want to be, so we'll be rely on you there."
... while Quentin and Inez hunt for information in a more physical way.
Weirdly enough the small office building was set back a little ways from the church, tucked away behind a few rhododendrons on the grounds.
The area was totally void of human life, as far as Quentin could tell, not a single mind besides his own and Inez's present. Still, they tread quietly around the church to the office just in case. He spotted a security camera pointing by the front door, so with a flick of his wrist, he telekinetically adjusted it to point up. If anyone was monitoring the feed live, they would surely come to investigate soon, so they were on a time crunch. Which is why, instead of breaking out the lockpicks Arthur had taught him to use, he reached out with his telekinesis again to open the door from the inside.
"Let's try to not tear the place up," he telepathically sent Inez as he quietly shut the door behind them and turned on his phone flashlight. "But if a computer or two doesn't boot up in the morning for some reason, well, that's just bad luck and warranty termination."
"Yer no fun," Inez thought in response but reluctantly agreed that a more subtle - and accordingly less destructive - touch was required in this situation. Not her normal forte but she could adjust when need be. Turning on her own flashlight, she slowly spun it around and took in the room until stopping on a pair of filing cabinets in one far corner. "M'gonna check those out, might be somethin'," she said, starting at the top cabinets and sliding them slowly out, trying to keep quiet while quickly flip-flip-flipping through them in search of useful information.
Quentin turned his attention to the lone desktop computer, which by the looks of it, still ran Windows XP. Not for the first time, he wished he had a portion of Arthur's power so he could get the login information, but that turned out not to be needed, as a Post-It note taped under the desk listed it all. What luck, and what dumb fucks worked for this church. "Were you a church girl growing up?" he asked as the machine slogged through its boot-up.
Inez shook her head and opened her mouth before remembering to reply with her literal inside voice instead. "Can't say I was, though my parents were pretty god fearin' in their own way... didn't really stick with me though." She shrugged and closed one file drawer before bending down and opening the next, going through that one next. "How 'bout yerself?" she asked in kind, flick-flick-flicking until one file seemed to jump out at her. "This might be somethin' financial, looks like invoices for somethin' or other," she thought, pulling it out and sticking it atop the cabinet before resuming her searching.
"Girl." As if Quentin had to say any more than that to answer her question. The idea that he would have ever tolerated a house of worship of any kind was ludicrously hilarious. His parents were the wrong kind of WASP to care about that themselves, anyway. No profit to be made unless they were megachurch preachers themselves.
While the computer still struggled, Quentin got up and went over to Inez to look at what she'd found. Apparently run-of-the-mill invoices for office and ecclesiastical materials, custodial services, standard stuff. But one statement she found nagged at him. "Don't know why a church would have a budget for 'consulting fees.' And from Donovan Zane. Why does that name sound so familiar?"
"Sorry, s'a habit of bein' polite and askin' back," she replied with a smirk gracing her still lips.
At his further comments once he'd moved next to her, Inez bit her lower lip and frowned. "It does sound familiar, it's not a common one f'r sure," she agreed. She scanned her mind for anywhere she might've seen the name recently. All she came up with was a blank, and she was about to 'say' so before the word 'blank' jogged her memory. "Wait, wasn't there a case of some stolen blank cheques awhile back involvin' someone Zane?" She couldn't be sure but something told her this file was definitely one to keep an eye on.
"Well, shit. A known grifter on their payroll. Did they get defrauded, too, or are they all in on it together? Good catch, keep an eye out for this name." He clicked a photo of the invoice with his phone before returning to the computer, now finally running. "Fucking Windows. As if we didn't know already these fucks are evil."
