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It was late at night when a portal opened not too far from W's office. She nipped through, opening the office door and walking in, turning on the lights. Imediately, she crossed to the filing cabinet next to the desk, thumbing through it until she found a slim folder. Then she dropped into the chair behind the desk and turned on her computer, leafing through the folder while the computer booted up.
The hardcopies regarding the construct known as Edward didn't tell her much, just that he was from, apparently, one of the many Earths that connected to this Nexus. That wasn't much to go by.
The computer was only a little more forthcoming, as she clicked through results of her own brain-scans, a video recording of the surgery in which she implanted the control system (she couldn't beleive she went along with that), and a few of Del's schematics and scans of the rest of his odd, artificial body. But when she tried to narrow her search, she came up against what she knew was just another example of Del's paranoid security measures.
Crap.
She tried to guess the first password. Failed. Tried again and again and on the fourth try, managed to stumble across it. But just when she thought she was getting the hang of this hacking stuff, that entire section of the database closed itself down, dropping her right back at the window she started from, with her own entries.
She swore loudly and colourfully for a moment, cursing Del and her paranoia.
Then again, it wasn't paranoia if they really were out to get you, she reflected.
She sat back in the chair and racked her brains. She was no hacker. She could fetch Alistair, see if he could do it, but no. People had already asked plenty of him, and there was no telling what he could stumble across that he probably would rather not know.
However....
She typed out a quick message to Arthur, knowing he'd be there to receive it. The man never slept. Sure enough, he replied, in a jargon and slang-laden string that was barely English. She sent her request and when he replied, she hoped that np half a tick meant "yes."
She waited.
And waited.
While she waited, she perused the hard copies again. She eyed the tape ball on her table. She looked at the charts that had been left while she was gone. She tapped her feet and drummed her fingers and paced.
The beep of an incoming message had her flying back to her computer. Sure enough, it was a message from Arthur and when she clicked on the link he sent, her screen was immediately filled with flickering windows until it stopped on what she was looking for. A complete record of when, why, and, most importantly, where Del had retreived this Edward.
>ARTHUR, YOU'RE A GENIUS.
>I KNOW.
She printed out the screen's contents and folded it up, making her way to the Nexus. Augustus could hunt for Del with this.
The hardcopies regarding the construct known as Edward didn't tell her much, just that he was from, apparently, one of the many Earths that connected to this Nexus. That wasn't much to go by.
The computer was only a little more forthcoming, as she clicked through results of her own brain-scans, a video recording of the surgery in which she implanted the control system (she couldn't beleive she went along with that), and a few of Del's schematics and scans of the rest of his odd, artificial body. But when she tried to narrow her search, she came up against what she knew was just another example of Del's paranoid security measures.
Crap.
She tried to guess the first password. Failed. Tried again and again and on the fourth try, managed to stumble across it. But just when she thought she was getting the hang of this hacking stuff, that entire section of the database closed itself down, dropping her right back at the window she started from, with her own entries.
She swore loudly and colourfully for a moment, cursing Del and her paranoia.
Then again, it wasn't paranoia if they really were out to get you, she reflected.
She sat back in the chair and racked her brains. She was no hacker. She could fetch Alistair, see if he could do it, but no. People had already asked plenty of him, and there was no telling what he could stumble across that he probably would rather not know.
However....
She typed out a quick message to Arthur, knowing he'd be there to receive it. The man never slept. Sure enough, he replied, in a jargon and slang-laden string that was barely English. She sent her request and when he replied, she hoped that np half a tick meant "yes."
She waited.
And waited.
While she waited, she perused the hard copies again. She eyed the tape ball on her table. She looked at the charts that had been left while she was gone. She tapped her feet and drummed her fingers and paced.
The beep of an incoming message had her flying back to her computer. Sure enough, it was a message from Arthur and when she clicked on the link he sent, her screen was immediately filled with flickering windows until it stopped on what she was looking for. A complete record of when, why, and, most importantly, where Del had retreived this Edward.
>ARTHUR, YOU'RE A GENIUS.
>I KNOW.
She printed out the screen's contents and folded it up, making her way to the Nexus. Augustus could hunt for Del with this.