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[rompot_iisous]

WHO: John Connor, generally open to Dependables.
WHERE: Atatla Hotel - John Connor's Room
WHEN: Friday, Saturday, Maybe Sunday. Loose with time here. Damn those Connors. DAMN THEM.
WARNINGS: None yet, I'll edit if that changes. Connor Cursing, I guess?
SUMMARY: BY FAR the most 'exciting' part of any action movie, obviously, is the part where the

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[standaloneshell]

John's presence in the network is like the ripples of force set in motion by a cruising shark. His machinations touched deftly through the standard rundown of the security network, and touched off the skittering little indicators that the Major had set up in every hardline with enough space to accommodate them.

She was aware of his presence almost immediately, and reacted by dropping her ports off the network. John Connor was a shark in a digital sea- but Motoko was a bigger one, and just as hungry.

She let him peruse the security footage, the wiretaps and motion sensors, allowed the access to the security input-pads that controlled the locks on the doors, save one. The Japanese portion of the villa would seem, to him at least as much as anyone, to be identical to the other suites. Of course she had taken care of that herself; even if only for this mission, these criminals here her men, and she intended to keep them whole.

Motoko herself stretched herself along the constituent net, hiding herself as an innocent stream of entirely valid video data back and back along the wireless and land-lines, into the mainframe and- there!

Hello, John Connor, she thought to herself as the mind that was busily interfacing with the network identified itself as such. His identity was stamped on every byte like a brand. Motoko would misdirect his perceptions if she could- and alter his memory. This was an old trick, and one she had been practicing since she was eight years old, to falsify memories and implant misleading data. It helped also that what she was telling his brain was true; the Yakuza weren't a threat. They held little weight and no major plays in their hands in these discussions. Their crimes were neither unusual nor notable:and their security was completely typical of the gathering.

A simple job, meant to be done cleanly. In and out and practically a pleasure to be doing some proper hacking again.

[rompot_iisous]

It was certainly a two way street, this connection. He could get into any system, but anyone with similar abilities or skills...they could very well get right back into his mind. He really hadn't considered such a thing before, and it wasn't likely he'd consider it very soon. After all, it wasn't as if the information he was getting was wrong. It wasn't as if he hadn't expected it.

Even if that was only because of her. He certainly didn't know that.

[standaloneshell]

Satisfied that the job was done, Motoko left behind no sign she'd ever been and withdrew along with his request to the server for the feed currently focused on the Italian delegation's head bodyguard.

He was just a kid, and very new to this game. She'd have to see to it that he didn't get himself ghost-hacked, later.