REMY'S ELEVEN: Safecracking
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xp_logsAfter Amanda's body is dragged away, it's Clarice's turn. There's more than one use for a stethoscope...
"Geez! What the hell--" Arcade yelled as Remy fired. The blood fountained from the ruined back of Amanda's skull as her body jerked and slammed heavily to the floor. All of the security guards switched their guns from the corpse to Remy. "I didn't mean here! Oh, look at this mess!"
"You should have been clearer." Remy said flatly, with a shrug. Chambers leveled his own gun at Remy's head, looking over to Arcade.
"You want him done too, sir?"
"No! No one shoot anyone for a minute." Jacob said, looking around. "That carpet's three hundred a square foot. That blood's not going to come out. I don't care who comes in to clean it. I have a fucking coldroom for this stuff, you know!"
"I'll remember that for next time."
"Ooh, you've got onions, Eamonn, I'll give you that. I'm ready to believe that even if she was one of yours, your own greed is enough to make you switch sides." Arcade said, looking around. He disdainfully pointed to the bloody ruin of Amanda on the floor. "Get that out of here, and try not to spill any more than necessary. You know, if you're right, Eamonn, I'm still going to take it out of your pay."
"Sounds fair." Remy nodded as they dragged Amanda off, leaving a slick trail behind her. Arcade sighed.
"Everyone thinks with their guns, all the time. That's the problem with this world, sport. Everyone thinks violence is the best solution. Consider Magneto. How much more effective would he be with a talk show, huh? A lot more!" Arcade said, putting a hand on Remy's shoulder and leading the taller man from the room. The doors were locked behind them, a guard taking station outside of it.
Arcade's crude mutation detection system was effective, but not subtle. It simply analysed biopatterns of anything entering the range for an increased energy capacity, while sensors picked up particulates, checking them for the X gene in DNA. For a new brute force system, it was fairly effective, but not subtle. The blood soaking the carpet was causing the detector to constantly register a mutant presence in the office, at all times. The security office simply muted the alarm until the office could be cleaned and fixed up.
That left a Clarice sized hole in their security.
Teleporting in, Clarice looked around making sure she had the right room. Understated elegance that cost more than many small countries surrounded her. Definitely the right room. "If I were a safe," she muttered under her breath, looking around the room. It wasn't behind any of the paintings on the walls. Or in the desk. Why couldn't Arcade be a stereotype?
That left the bookcase. Working carefully she began taking books off, replacing them as she went through the shelves. Alerting Arcade would be bad. "Ah ha!" right in the middle of the shelves. "Okay..." propping her flashlight in her mouth and a stethoscope in her ears, she went to work.
Turning the dial slowly, she waited for the click. One. Back the other way...Two. The dial wasn't clicking for three. "Fuck," she breathed, resetting the lock. Again.
Ten minutes later the safe door opened. "Paranoid much?" Clarice asked, staring at the electronic lock inside. "No wonder the outer lock was so easy."
Quickly, she put her stethoscope back in her tool belt and pulled out a fingerprinting kit. This was not going to be easy. With a ten-digit number pad and what appeared to be a five digit code, she only had one, maybe two chances to get it right. She didn't need to know the statistical improbability of that.
"Wait..." she breathed, remembering what Remy had taught her. Numbers had to be remembered so they were rarely arbitrary. Zip codes were five digits. Rushing over to the desk, she looked around for the address of the building. 89109. Bingo.
Punching it into the keypad, the safe opened with a hiss. "And bingo was his name-o," she sang, moving the papers around until she found the encryption key.
Closing the safe and making sure the things on the desk were the way she found them, Clarice teleported back to the warehouse.
"Geez! What the hell--" Arcade yelled as Remy fired. The blood fountained from the ruined back of Amanda's skull as her body jerked and slammed heavily to the floor. All of the security guards switched their guns from the corpse to Remy. "I didn't mean here! Oh, look at this mess!"
"You should have been clearer." Remy said flatly, with a shrug. Chambers leveled his own gun at Remy's head, looking over to Arcade.
"You want him done too, sir?"
"No! No one shoot anyone for a minute." Jacob said, looking around. "That carpet's three hundred a square foot. That blood's not going to come out. I don't care who comes in to clean it. I have a fucking coldroom for this stuff, you know!"
"I'll remember that for next time."
"Ooh, you've got onions, Eamonn, I'll give you that. I'm ready to believe that even if she was one of yours, your own greed is enough to make you switch sides." Arcade said, looking around. He disdainfully pointed to the bloody ruin of Amanda on the floor. "Get that out of here, and try not to spill any more than necessary. You know, if you're right, Eamonn, I'm still going to take it out of your pay."
"Sounds fair." Remy nodded as they dragged Amanda off, leaving a slick trail behind her. Arcade sighed.
"Everyone thinks with their guns, all the time. That's the problem with this world, sport. Everyone thinks violence is the best solution. Consider Magneto. How much more effective would he be with a talk show, huh? A lot more!" Arcade said, putting a hand on Remy's shoulder and leading the taller man from the room. The doors were locked behind them, a guard taking station outside of it.
Arcade's crude mutation detection system was effective, but not subtle. It simply analysed biopatterns of anything entering the range for an increased energy capacity, while sensors picked up particulates, checking them for the X gene in DNA. For a new brute force system, it was fairly effective, but not subtle. The blood soaking the carpet was causing the detector to constantly register a mutant presence in the office, at all times. The security office simply muted the alarm until the office could be cleaned and fixed up.
That left a Clarice sized hole in their security.
Teleporting in, Clarice looked around making sure she had the right room. Understated elegance that cost more than many small countries surrounded her. Definitely the right room. "If I were a safe," she muttered under her breath, looking around the room. It wasn't behind any of the paintings on the walls. Or in the desk. Why couldn't Arcade be a stereotype?
That left the bookcase. Working carefully she began taking books off, replacing them as she went through the shelves. Alerting Arcade would be bad. "Ah ha!" right in the middle of the shelves. "Okay..." propping her flashlight in her mouth and a stethoscope in her ears, she went to work.
Turning the dial slowly, she waited for the click. One. Back the other way...Two. The dial wasn't clicking for three. "Fuck," she breathed, resetting the lock. Again.
Ten minutes later the safe door opened. "Paranoid much?" Clarice asked, staring at the electronic lock inside. "No wonder the outer lock was so easy."
Quickly, she put her stethoscope back in her tool belt and pulled out a fingerprinting kit. This was not going to be easy. With a ten-digit number pad and what appeared to be a five digit code, she only had one, maybe two chances to get it right. She didn't need to know the statistical improbability of that.
"Wait..." she breathed, remembering what Remy had taught her. Numbers had to be remembered so they were rarely arbitrary. Zip codes were five digits. Rushing over to the desk, she looked around for the address of the building. 89109. Bingo.
Punching it into the keypad, the safe opened with a hiss. "And bingo was his name-o," she sang, moving the papers around until she found the encryption key.
Closing the safe and making sure the things on the desk were the way she found them, Clarice teleported back to the warehouse.
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